By Micaela Bicknell
2 hearts beat with love
as passion storms through. All lies
still after the crescendo, bleeding
stains the virgin sheets. Heart
beats racing too fast to be
sad. Whispered promises to be true.
Too good to be true,
all hope is lost when love
stops. Your heart stops, lies
reborn in your mind, bleeding
tears of rage. See into his heart
there is nowhere you’d rather be
but by his side. Where would you be
if loves arrow had not shot true?
Never one for fairy tales, love
was not part of your plan. What lies
ahead for you? A warm bath, a bleeding
wrist? You’d give it all up to stop your heart
from hurting. Blackness surrounds your heart
stilling the beats, one, two, three… could it be
the note she left? Is it true?
You run, searching for your lost love.
Willing her not to believe the lies
you find her in the tub, bleeding
from the wounds on her wrist. Bleeding
across the road, not down the line. Your heart
skips a beat. How did this come to be?
The note? You swear it’s not true
this other woman lies of your love
for her. You beg her not to give in to the lies,
to hold on for you. You burn the page of lies,
yet, still she lies there bleeding.
Her life drains away as her heart
finds his love. Her soul longs to be
free from her earthly binds as his heart beats true,
he wraps her in his gentle embrace, emanating love.
He fears love, she hears lies.
She lies bleeding breaking his heart.
Could it be his love is true?