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everyone i love has my blood on their hands
wether metaphorically
or literally
i no longer feel safe in the arms of lovers
my heart weighs so heavy
within these heavy broken bones
blood seeping through bruised skin
i’m exposed
open and welcoming
for anyone to come and make home in my hollowed out chest
love is no longer what i crave
04-2019
Written by
anna
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