Stitches


Torn apart by wrath
One are now two
Separates warmth
Bloods cold blue
Battered long before
This but he knew
When why I did adore
He with whom I grew
Greatly did I give
For granted it was took
Admission to be hid
In charismatic of a look
Cherished love behold
The place I carry he
Alive within my soul
Toxic as can be
Tongue lashes without care
Removing every stitch
Emotionally bare
Drained by every inch
True love was once the claim
If ever that were true
Sewing broken pieces
Was all he had to do

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