I wear my Heart on my Wrist
Not my sleeve as some do
No, my Heart is worn on my Wrist.
You hurt me
The evidence is there for all to see.
My love I once felt for you
Running into my hand
Dripping slowly from my cold fingertips
Creating a puddle of regret on the tile floor
I wish just a fraction of the pain you gave me unto yourself
Your own heart, cold and tucked away as it is
Just one of the many lies you told
Turned around on yourself
I don’t always get what I ask for
But don’t content yourself with watching my pain
For as all wounds eventually do, my Heart on my Wrist heal
Scab over and scar
And my Heart on my Wrist and I shall begin to search for love again
Don’t trick yourself into thinking
It’s all just for you
Because you weren’t the first scar
Nor will you be the last
And remember, my once-lover
Though what we had was once true happiness
Our love, joy, and pain intertwined as one
You took my Heart on my Wrist for granted
Took pleasure in the ways you found to inflict pain
But the whipping-boy of my lost loves and griefs
My scarred and reddened Heart on my Wrist
Will never again bleed for you
damn that was badass
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Cheers! Sandra. R.