How long can this facade last?
Just like a shellfish, hard on the surface, tender and weak or even rotting inside.
I wanna Show you my heart, plattered on my bleeding hands. That it is not black, but punctured with sorrow and pain. It is alive, with every throb echoing your name, the name once so sweet and soothing to my tender heart. Now but a loud echo that slaps me in every heart beat. This pain I should have expected the day I forsake you. This pain I no longer know how to deal with...
My heart's in your shadows. Waiting.. Dearly.. Your overwhelming presence I do not dare defy but observe and peep at from afar. To know you're surviving, to know that you're indeed happier without my embrace. Its bitter sweet symphony playing inside of me.
Bleeding love.
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