Hurt

Hurting myself again, hurt my heart bashed it bad, open wounds take so long to heal, can’t stitch it shut, the edges are fetid and the sutures won’t grip, just tearing through flesh and it’s regrettable weakness my lonely spring yearnings, and throughout the baked summer, and crying into autumn, colder winters, this longing wont leave me, relive me, again I’m falling apart, seams splitting, forgiveness for my weaknesses my failures, I suffer for the relief of you, your touch, thawing this cold ground, opening up this earth, springs seeding blooming, bath me in your summer, lay me gently onto your autumn, hold me in the foreverness of our final winters breathe, together forever and always.

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