BLEED

(my first heartbreak/break-up)  

It was during that night, after dinner,  
And tight on bottles of wine, your words  
Hung sublime like crystalline birds.  
 
And I, dazed from the sound as they passed,  
Could only look at you through my glass  
Held up to my gaze, and filled with wine,  
 
And saw, with the passing of time how the  
Candle's light imbued everything in a  
red hue as I stared at you, intoxicated,  
 
Till through my fingers, slipped, its descent  
Lingered, the beat of my heart, hindered,  
Shattered its perfection across the floor,  
 
Just as my heart tore and came apart in a  
Flood of wine: red as blood, painful to see,  
 
As if my eyes had burst, but which would I  
Notice first: the innocuous stench of sick,  
Or the shards of glass' trick of the light.  
 
Still, I bleed in your presence, my tears  
 Are bleeding; don't staunch the flow.
 
You've tipped the waiter, now  
I beg you, please, just go.



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