the strings mangled and unattached,
as your heart hangs bleeding like an open wound.
Only made deeper by the fact you know.
You have no right to sadness,
You have no rights to the shallow grieving of a lover lost.
But still your heart bleeds,
Littering the ground like a discolored rain,
As the droplets devour everything
Till you are left in your dark shell,
How simple it seems.
How much easier to move on,
cast them aside and let the bleeding wound they'd left close,
sealing your heart tightly.
Until you've begun to heal,
Finding a soul worth going through the pain for,
Because promises fade,
Lies take control,
But eventually with the labor of time
You move on.