Bleeding Heart: Another One Bites the Dust

Poetry that should have never made it out of my draft but somehow did (2024)

Another love story taken off the chart

Another broken heart transformed to art

With hopes that with time, it will mend

But when does it ever end?

When will this heart learn

That love is a prize it will never earn?

Would it take another hit

Before it realises it doesn’t deserve love?

Probably doesn’t even need it

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When will it learn that it will never be enough

It can act all nonchalant and tough

But every blow, every hit, leaves it broken and rough

Leaves it doubting and hating on love and that kind of stuff

Calling every promise and love-offer a bluff

Building nests of solitude and loneliness

And making jests of love declaration and pledges.

Cause broken hearts don’t leave pieces

They leave jagged edges

Edges used as wedges

To split apart another’s heart.

And the scream from a bleeding soul never ceases

It keeps going on and on, for as long as it pleases.

Until pieces of me handed over to different people over the years

Come back to haunt me

And tears from my heart but not my eyes

Wash up memories long forgotten to taunt me

While fears of failures stunt my quest for true love

As the realities of what such love could mean, daunt me.

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Bleeding hearts are home to dread

Starving spirits don’t care about bread

A hungry stomach isn’t interested in the number of books read.

And famished souls won’t rest until they’re fed

Or so it is said.

To heal what can’t be seen,

You mustn’t follow your head

But by the unseen you must be led

Until you approach the riverbed

Where tears were once shed

But now the water runs red.

For there lies a heart that once bled

A heart that is now dead

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This heart might never again learn to trust

Or maybe it will, but only at a great cost.

And so it is

Another love story lost to the sand of time

Another heartbreak tale forced to rhyme

How do they say it?

oh, ‘another one bites the dust.’