drip
dear you,
drip
drip
drip
the blood you
left on my heart
was thick
and cold
you have fucking
hurt her
more so than usual
why?
so here i am
killing the old me
with the knife
you left in my back
and my heart
i didnt know why
you were going to
do this to me
i was blindsided
i wish you were
honest with me
but no
my heart
my blood
the knife
is all gone
and into your thoughts
and my body
is being held in your arms
drop
drop
drop
sincerely,
the dead body
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