The rip and tear of a heart so clean
The feeling is
bare
and inbetween
Love and hate and uter denial
Taking this in should
take
a while
The heart is small, a tender bliss
Is fixed and torn with the same
kiss
A loved one now can kill you then
A love, a
kiss,
a shrug, a "friend"
Can I ever fix what's in tatters
as my little red friend
shatters?
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