OCD

Took a few seconds to rip open,

Casually cutting through with tools.

My heart’s forsaken,

As I bleed to death like fools.

Allowed you to hurt me again,

So you stabbed me over and over.

Then cleft my heart in twain,

Draining life forever.

Don’t bring flowers to adorn me.

Their scent doesn’t prevent,

Body from rotting after my spirit flee.

Yet echoing within me remains your comment.

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