Bleeding Heart
He is taking over your life,
The heartless, gleaming blade of
A razor-sharp knife,
Slicing your emotions in half,
Spilling your blood like red wine
In a puddle at your feet.
You are helplessly falling
For the one you know
Will never love you back.
Dreams invade your sleep,
Giving you hope.
But then you wake up and
Reality slaps you in the face.
Stung by his neglect, no longer
Blind to his ability to control you,
You cease the flow of blood
From your wounded heart.
He never knew your heart bled
From the pain of wanting him.
He will never know.
His life will go on the same as before,
While you watch from the shadows,
A nobody who loved a somebody.
You feel as though you are weeping,
Yet no tears fall down your cheeks.
The melancholy crying is the sound
Of your
Bleeding heart.
Michelle Elizabeth Bernard