Friday, April 22, 2011

Bleeding

I love. And that is all I do
Passionately I press all of my love into everything that I do.
Forcing my giant love into small spaces where I know it will not fit.
But even so, I love.
And as the love I have pushed and forced into those holes seep out onto the floor as if it were nothing but water, I bleed.
That's my love that you rejected, my love that you neglected and failed to realize even existed
And now my eyes have misted because I forced my love into places that it did not belong or should never have dwelled.
Because I failed to preserve the love onto which I should've held
Tight
But I figured that I just might get a little love back this time.
But instead, I bled.

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