first heartaches
but not an innocent
and gentle
introduction
to sorrow
first heartbreaks
of fists and claws
tearing fibers away
memories of stumbling, gripping
the threads together, so far from sewn
stitched heart strings
together, or tried to,
fire came, not right
but right on time, and blazed through
the twines and lines
first heart pains
not kind or lenient,
or considerate of youth.
ripped and burned,
and drained,
and i had only a child’s blood to bleed.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 6:13 PM UTC
first heartaches
but not an innocent
and gentle
introduction
to sorrow
first heartbreaks
of fists and claws
tearing fibers away
memories of stumbling, gripping
the threads together, so far from sewn
stitched heart strings
together, or tried to,
fire came, not right
but right on time, and blazed through
the twines and lines
first heart pains
not kind or lenient,
or considerate of youth.
ripped and burned,
and drained,
and i had only a child’s blood to bleed.
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