Bleeding Organ
I never knew how painful love was until I felt my heart shatter,
Every word he said was a lie that slowly began to break my beating organ.
Although I am still living and blood is flowing through my veins,
I feel as though I am bleeding out;
That is the simple pain of love.
That simple pain - I cannot live without.
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