Jealousy

You slit the basin of your heart

and pour it into the vessel of

sacrifice;

only to bleed once more.

Pain will not induce my love

and neither will the eulogy you have carved

into your bones.

My heart is foreign, distant,

and does not pump blood

only to be possessed by 

jealousy and

bitter loss. 

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Friday Jan 1 @ 05:12pm
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