My chest is ripped wide open, and my heart lays bare covered in the blood of betrayal, and struggling to pump out the traces of deceit.The blood flowing around my heart is gurgling, see we told you he was not real, just an illusionist, he is not real. My arteries are clogged with shame, how could I let it happen again...yet again.
Small cuts in the valves are slowly seeping out my hope...and I feel the clot moving to my brain.
Ahh what bliss it would be if that little pocket of air stopped where all my memories lie. To erase the last year, and with it, all these phantom emotions, just to be gone and be given the luxury of ignorance.
But NO... I will sew my skin back over my heart, and with each stich I pull thru with the needle of reality I will allow the pain to wash over me, because in that pain I will find my solace that He knows what He has in store for me, and I will wear my scar to bear witness the consequences of not believing in the small voice of God that had been whispering to me all these months, let it go, let him go, be free...
My heart will not stop, no it will keeping beating, it will still beat, but we just have a different rhythm....But I will not allow my heart to stop....
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