Bleeding Portal


Love was 365 stitches too late

An open portal- beating and captivating

all with it's glitter stitched embroidery,

fearlessly, relentlessly, busting at the seem-

until all that could be seen

was youth and a dream

365 images ready to release

to set the mind at ease

another pulse and you're ready for the leap;

But like a marionette, with distance- you keep

the razor of repentence, cutting deep- 

the entrance to acceptance, releasing grief-

the rest of your sentence, your time to keep:

stitching, stitching, stitching

so Love doesn't bleed.

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