The lovers hide behind the trees,
To escape the view.
The lovers kiss and come clean,
Once the messy stuff is through.
They fight,
They wound,
They injure each other,
Way beyond repair.
Yet, their hearts are mended,
Melded,
Stitched,
Together,
By each other.
More scars,
More stitches,
More wounds,
More whole.
With each mend,
The two vitals blend.
They mix.
They mold together.
Then one day,
One half is ripped away,
It fades and disappears,
Leaving bleeding scraps behind.
The heart was ripped in half,
And this time,
No one can sew it back together.
No one tries,
No one can.
One half has left forever.
The bleeding heart collects itself.
It gathers its loves and grows as far as it can.
It is limited by the stitches,
As well as the slowly-healing wound.
When a new heart attaches,
When it clings and won't let go,
It will discover the implantation.
It will see the rotting, living, dead,
That used to belong to memories.
The bond will only become stronger with that sight.
Some people will get this... and some people won't. It's okay. Once you have seen the overall picture, you can move onto things like analyzing rhyme, stanza format, etc. If you are into that stuff, my poems are great. I choose everything for a reason. I mean everything.
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