You opened up a familiar wound, upon returning in my life; I didnt feel the sharp blade slide in. But when you took the blade out, I lost all that was in sight, as blood burst from my veins within.
You were also my heart so that too was struck; and the irony flows right along with;
The feelings and emotions that I thought were stuck, in the blood your love made so rich.
So now I lay weak diagnosis anemic, a transfusion is what I need.
My essentials were filtered away from it, and now I must plant a new seed.
I cant continue to see you mend a heart, when the breakage was caused by you;
But living is impossible when we are apart, so there is no pathway to choose.
With this love there are no solutions, or concepts that I can explain.
All exists in mere execution; of my heart that I cant ordain.
So shattered my broken heart beats like the sound of coins tipped over;
And my blood shall remain diluted, until concentrated by a new lover.
