Bleeding Hearts

There is something inside me

It carries a sharp knife

I feel it carving your initials

on my wounded heart.

The bleeding will never stop

All my failings are punished

Cut after cut I bleed.

wounds that no one can see.

Sometimes

in the dark of night

I find exhausted sleep

for a few moments

the pain goes away.

Then you visit in my dream.

And even in rest

the cuts continue.

I pray to let the healing start

But it must start now

before my heart

is wounded beyond repair.

Or.

Am I cursed to bleed forever?