Hold You

The best hearts are the bloody ones-
ripe with human suffering
crimson flowing with every
palpitation- on my hands,
in my thoughts. I breathe
like loss, like goodbyes
and I love you's. 
Hearts like soft beautiful massacre
-these are the ones I always remember.
I can still see every detail 
of your pain. I still feel 
the warm blood run down my arms.

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