Memories

The drops of blood on the floor,

makes 1271_106324181dfeaebb53f3d81c85d13152such a beautiful pattern,

like a child’s art ,

watching it pool together

feels so blissful ,

the slash on my wrist throbs,

feels like all our memories

are rushing out in every drop

of blood ,

yet the pain in my heart

doesn’t get better,

the clutch of pain

is still so strong ,

will it end

when I go to sleep?

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