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
My small life
Wounds still hurt
The bleeding has stopped
you wanted her
I wanted you to want me
You wanted her
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
Wounds hurt
Bleeding stopped
You wanted
I wanted.
We wanted together.
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Primarily personal/autobiographical romantic pain with minimal abstraction
Dense layering of emotional ideas; multiple competing narratives compressed tightly
Strongly negative; dominated by wound, bleeding, pain, rot, instability
Moderate-high intensity through repetition and fragmented syntax; building tension
Approximately 26-30 lines; falls in 16-30 range
Metaphorical language (wounds, bleeding, rot) mixed with plain declaration
Pure lyric internal voice; introspective, first-person emotional confession
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