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The sadness

slices into my heart

each cut minute

scarcely noticeable

but deeply felt.



Each day

another cut.

Some days more

some days less

somedays...unbearable.



Now and then

something happens

and the cuts

have time to heal,

but not all.



Today

it will take many cuts.

Tomorrow it may be one.

The one too many

that destroys my heart.



Will love's death be sudden?

Or will it linger?

To bleed my heart dry

over the many years?

One drop at a time?



I hope instead

for the healer

to hold my heart

in his hands

and heal the wounds.



To put together

this bleeding heart.

To sooth each injury

mortal or otherwise,

to see past the scars.



Return my heart

beneath my chest

and hold me close to you.

Let the beating of your heart

encourage the beating of mine.



Once more

let me love with abandon,

without restraint

for fear of aloneness.

And love for love.