Sabne Raznik (sabneraznik) wrote in poetsunite,
Sabne Raznik
sabneraznik
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Bleeding

"Bleeding"

You sing like sex-
A reverberating line:
I hold lightly
Tightly
Lightly, just to feel it;
Wishing
It made more sense.

Tell me I am
Unlovable.
Leave me a brown leaf
Broken
On the ground.
Your stare: a tearing,
A withering, an
Abhorrent distaste,
Absorbing
Into the yearning crevice of my
Unhealable heart.

I wish you well.

Who would call it
"Sacrifice"
If it didn't hurt?
I style myself
Martyr:
Is this a learning to
Trust,
A gilded guarantee of tomorrow
In my pocket?
I turn away;
I walk away from
You.
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