And when
That person
Who was supposed to love you,
Slices through
Your Soul,
You look down
And see your heart
Falling from your chest,
As it lands with a plop,
In a bloody mass
At your feet.
You watch,
As it still beats slowly,
Slower,
And finally it stops.
And you know
Nothing will ever
Be the same.
-KJC
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