Silent Battery

A knife slices deep
creating an unhealing wound
in my heart
whenever I look
at your picture.
It is ripping
into bloody shreds
but I can’t stop looking,
can’t stop remembering
how they once
stitched instead of tore,
and I wonder
how this heart still beats
when it is filled with gashes,
with such crimson anguish,
yet I’m here,
standing,
waiting for another slash,
one more cut
to end this agony
of silent battery
you inflict on my heart.

~Patience~

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