Ruin is a gift, ruin is the road to transformation.




My heart broke today thinking of you,
of the comfort in lying with you,
wrapped in your arms, your sheets,
I just needed to feel you to forget 

To forget the sadness, the ripping apart
of my veins from my arteries, 
of the strings attaching my heart to 
the rest of my body

Dark red droplets falling from the sky,
expanding like rivers
through cracked and dry lands
infertile desert.


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