Processing Love
I read the signs wrongly,
The stars told me a different story.
The page of history flips back again,
I am scorned not without passion.
When we chanced upon each other,
Sure you were being just confident.
My heart were that of a young toddler,
Yet there were no resentment.
I cut my wrists with a piece of my shattered heart,
Hoping someday I could dig out,
That searing pain that resides in my bosom,
And erase the memory of your endearing wisdom.
My eyes are dry but my heart heavy,
Tears are wept internally.
Cruel as the abandonment of love,
I bleed not but inside.
posted by lolita's lovelies @ 10:08 AM
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