She bleeds for me

and I wonder why

He bleeds for me

but my tears are long dry.

She bleeds for me

but she didn’t see

that the blood she sheds for me

never really came from me.

He bleeds for me

worry etched on his face and very soul.

He bleeds with me,

as if we both fell through hell’s door.

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She cries for me,

for my wounds that I lay bare for all to see.

She cries for me,

for my past, as she reads the words I ask the world to believe.

While my words are meant to evoke the flames of fires burnt to ash not every voice that I speak with speaks of my own haggard past.To some this may make me a liar: forgive me  I just wanted you to remember that some remain(ed) in the fire.

 

 

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