If she bleeds,
Will the poison drain from her veins?
He pierced the heart she gave,
Filling her veins with hatred.

Love lays lifeless,
silenced by a single betrayal,
its warmth fading to a distant ache.

She bleeds alone,
purging his touch, his promises, his ghost,
but no wound can cleanse memories.

As the crimson fades to scars,
as time stitches the open wounds,
Perhaps the poison will fade.