When You First Saw Them

I thought that when you saw them it would feel better.

That when you said their name and they said yours

it might heal me somehow.

That it might seal a tiny wound,

like a band aid, or hot glue.

I thought that it would feel better but it does not

feel better. Not even a little bit,

not even at all.


Instead my heart bleeds on.

A broken valve, maybe, or

misplaced ventricle.


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