Bleeding Organ


I never knew how painful love was until I felt my heart shatter,

Every word he said was a lie that slowly began to break my beating organ.

Although I am still living and blood is flowing through my veins,

I feel as though I am bleeding out;

That is the simple pain of love.

That simple pain - I cannot live without.


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