This love is fragile,
It broken by your words,
shatter by your act,
crush by your absent.
The fragments scatter over,
pieces, bits, shards... everywhere.
Worn us ouy as we find it,
Cut us both as we pick it,
Wound us deep as we carry it,
Bleed us much as we try to reforge it.
The echo of the blood drip drops,
bleed us non-stop by the sharp fragments we hold,
the blood goes stale, then the fresh one drops,
how long can we hold? before my heart run cold.
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