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Do Not Resuscitate
My heart is breaking.
Into bits and pieces,
falling...
...thin shards of glass
onto the ground.
Looking down at my feet...
I see the remains.
They sparkle so brightly,
as his eyes once did.
Only, instead of an amazing reflection
of sparkling beautiful blue
that mesmerized me
through the depths of my soul...
the light catches in certain spots
and there appears
the slight hint of ruby
tinged by the bleeding of my heart.
I can't reach down and pick up the pieces.
The shards are sharp as blades.
They cut and I bleed
even more.
It doesn't matter now.
This heart isn't mine to retrieve.
I gave it away when I melted into his arms.
When I chose to believe.
I have never loved such a special man
and have never been loved so much:
In every action, every deed,
and every sacred touch.
He was my angel giving me
What I'd never had before.
It's easy then to understand
Why it isn't mine anymore...
That which now
lies shattered
in this pool of blood upon the floor.
There is no need to worry...
Eventually I'll feel less and less...
I'll gently slip into
a quiet dark abyss...
Where I will be forever numb
to the love that I miss.
To live without his love
might not be quite as hard,
if I am able
to live without a heart.
So I have only one request,
if it is to be my fate.
When it comes to my heart,
do not resuscitate.
