poetry critical

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Random Poem:

Bleeding Heart

i inhale hurt and i keep it in,
but it was you
who taught me how to breathe oxygen
and when i saw you,
i knew things would never be the same
because you’re a Bleeding Heart
and i’m the pouring rain
as we sit outside,
i look up and i see the stars.
it’s a bit disorienting
how i can look at you
and then look back at those stars
and i can’t tell the difference.
every time i see your face,
i want to take you away from this place
with bad memories to erase
and bad people to replace
and time to race
and dreams to chase
and money to waste
we can run away
you and i. we can run away.
i heard you like it rough.
i guess i can say the same,
considering how well i’m coping with
how rough it is not to be able to
physically touch you
how rough it is to
have computers and state lines
be the borders
between our hands
how rough it is to miss you
as soon as you walk away
how excruciatingly rough it is to not be able to
look you in those big green eyes.
because no one says that
webcams are the keys to the soul
so yeah. i guess you can say i like it rough.
i’m always hesitant when writing about you.
in my mind, to finish a piece implies that there is a finish.
so i won’t call these pieces.
i’d rather call them works.
because it’s continuous. a work in progress.
always to be seen as incomplete
because our story isn’t finished.
it has only just begun.

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