We cover wounds
With broken pieces
Of broken hearts
All placed together
Jagged at the edges
And never complete
We bleed words
That sting the scars
They leave trails
That we later follow and dissect
While tears flow and drown - storm- rip and destroy
We are ghosts
That haunt what was
With faded vivid images
A distorted version of ourselves
A projection that remains revisited
We cover wounds
With distant fingertips
Distant thoughts
That bleed from broken hearts
Hearts placed back together
Jagged at the edges.
8:57 a.m. - 2018-06-21
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