By Mariah Karimi
Living in pain
Crying in pain,
Sleeping in pain
B’coz it’s always a bleeding heart
That always starts as a sharp pain
That pierces through my skin
And leave my body cold and frozen.
I came to her as a broken verse
She came to me like a wildflower
Offered me the high rise of her body
Curated our love into poems
And engraved it on my skin.
All she left,
It hurts more than any form of pain
Pain out of this world.
More painful than burns or bruises
I can feel it; I can explain it and draw it in my mind.
But you won’t understand.
I was so innocent of cupid’s
I let it pierce through my heart
Now all is left is a bleeding heart.
Do I stitch it?
Do I sterilize it?
Do I bandage it?
Do I just rip it off?
See there’s no cure
A BLEEDING HEART!!!