My mind slips monotonously back,
To the hours that felt like minuets,
Spent off the beaten lonely track,
Where my single but whole heart beat till it burst.
The blood may have stained you.
But it stained me worst.
And the seconds that we thriftlessly threw away,
Admiring skin like porcelain clay.
I’d like to claw back to relive and recreate some day,
In a different place very far away.
This time,
With somebody who’s heart is less likely to decay,
I have too many regrets to have any at all,
But you’ll stay high on my list till judgement day.
For you made my heart into a medicine ball,
To heavy to carry on my sleeve or behind my ribs.
Though one day I hope to enthral,
Enchant and bewilder you all,
By wielding my love like a blade of a sword,
Hording a pile of victims which I shall adore.
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