I have been carefully dissecting you,
holding on to your words like shattered glass,
afraid that if I drop the pieces
they will disintegrate into tiny shards,
slicing me wide open -
an accidental display of purging red.
Ironic though,
it's a perfect depiction of our love.
You,
handing me the weapon.
Me,
delivering the pain.
— Oct 03, 2016 11:55PM
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