Dear Heart
By: Bleached Roses

Note: A final dedication to the one whose eyes will never read the words I have written, though remains the single inspiration for every breath I take. The ropes finally severed, now I take my fall.

Lonliness is a terrible disease.. I understand your desire more than anyone else. Each night, I hear your mournful weeping and shed tears for your solace. I realize you have fallen to pieces, just remember.. I am always here to paint a new picture with what we have left. His tongue was nothing but a thristy knife, whispering sins disguised as promises. Your bleeding was his delight, which is why we must bandage the wound and carry on. Do not blame me for your cuts.. we both knew the risk of his razorblade wings, but nonetheless we fell into their blistering embrace. We were suicidal fools. It is only you and me now.. the task of untangling your strings will be a confusing one, please hold your integrity and strength. In due time, another will come to help us. Hold your head up high, no man respects a broken woman. Months or even years could pass before he sweeps you off your feet. You thrived in solitude before, now is no different. Remember these words and whisper them to yourself.. that is my only request from you.

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She writes a symphony of prayer in glittery green cursive. Ink bleeds across the page what she could never spill for him - a poem of regret&yearning, all for the man with empty eyes. Her words, far&few, a mere whisper screaming into deaf ears :: unshed tears d r i p p i n g from each broken syllable. Phone lines scarcely justify the weight of confusion which slowly rips her soul by the seams, unkempt seconds scattered about the schedule book already have better usage than her.

Like the angels cast from pearly gates, she pleas guilty to the devil--
a sign of the end times for infinite lovers torn.
Each raindrop declining from silver clouds,
the tears upon the cheeks of seraphim ::
carrying the reflection of a corroded Eden within their depths.

To the splendor choir of shattered affection,
clutch your crosses&write your wills.
He returns on his black horse--
Remember::
by his side you saw the gates of Heaven,
but were also put through the flames of Hell.
Is he worth the burns upon your palms?