The Bleeding
Wounds still hurt
The bleeding has stopped
you wanted her
I wanted you to want me
You wanted to play a game
from sea to shining sea
You saw bed rot
I saw congeniality
my deposition stilled
I remembered I was a lady
Feeling much like a baby
Insult fought insult
A misconception met the same
Wounds still hurt
The bleeding has stopped
you wanted her
I wanted you to want me
Wounds still hurt
The bleeding has stopped
You wanted her
I wanted you to want me
A hero of pain
Saved by a hero of destiny
Were you he
That would solve
Such a horrific mystery
That of my life
And of my sanity's instability.
Were you he
All you saw was the rotting
Wounds still hurt
The bleeding has stopped
You wanted her
I wanted you to want me
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Personal romantic/relational pain grounded in concrete desire and hurt.
Multiple compressed ideas: desire, betrayal, self-worth, identity, sanity layered densely.
Predominantly painful, wounded, desperate tone with minimal redemptive moments.
Restless repetition creates urgency; fragmented syntax drives forward momentum.
Approximately 45-50 lines; substantial length with recursive structure.
Metaphor (wounds, bleeding, rot), personification, symbolic language of pain and salvation.
Pure lyric internal voice; introspective first-person emotional witness throughout.
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