Stand there with my heart in your hands while yours beats in your chest.
Squeeze it till the blood hits the floor and matches your dress.
Now run away and don’t look back at what you did.
While I fall to my knees with tears in my eyes and a hole where my heart should have been.
You’ve taken so much from me. I have so much to give, so why should we argue?
Though wounded by love I bleed willingly, no matter how hard to handle.
Without a heart love lingers like a ghost.
So I’ll lay in my place bleeding forever more.
Submitted by: Kodi Smithwick
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