You cut me open again.
Body stitched with traces of your sins.
A suffering easy to forget.
As narcissistic hearts use distance to forget.
I'm still a human being.
I'm still flesh and bone.
Born with a heart and soul.
Both meant for you alone.
Still, I wish that I,
wrote more happy songs.
Because in time,
rain and frozen snowflakes
fall from clouds and gray skies.
I wish things were like they used to be,
When we both just understood,
a love that was never ending,
in each other's eyes.
Vulnerable,
in the safety of each other's hearts.
But now we're out of sync,
eyes no longer destined to meet,
like they did before hatred twisted it's keys.
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