Bleeding heart
Love is the best weapon
To kill and cure and to trust and lure
A heart opens and closes like a portal
welcoming and rebuffing all the mortals
But when love’s a game
It is a death wish to come
A heart-throbbing is a sin
Like a heartbreaking in an inn
A task that’s bloody and a mask that deadly
That’s what a bleeding heart is
A heart that’s shattered to a million pieces
And a heart that is unfixable
But the ones
who heals
Falls back to the unreal
And vanish to thin air
