Is a moment I perceive
To be an emotional cut of the heart.
Then I go bleeding out.
At first, a pin-prick.
Then later a pouring of crimson.
To hold myself tight
Is to no avail.
Like wet bandages.
In my mind, I replay
This constant movie.
It is a silent black and white film
In it I'm screaming out
"God, why can't I just be perfect?"
Again I unravel
Again I fall apart
Again I turn to ashes
Too weak to build myself up again
But I do
And I did
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