Patchwork Emotion

By , Vancouver, Canada
The blank walls of dumb struck love crumble around me as I try to piece myself together.

I am the patchwork masterpiece of long forgotten tears, the broken bones of hatred and pain.

I am the heart that pounds with the broken resonance of a silent whimper.

No person should feel so many matters at one time.





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