Bleeding Scar

You flew away creating a void in me, 

A void that was once filled with something nameless. 
You didn't know you had stolen it from me, 
I'd urge myself to believe I consented you
To grab that away so I could always carry a bleeding scar.

I'm sorry if I had ever been a parasite,
Lately did I know it was never a symbiosis.
To be transparent and to see what was evident is my way,
But I do respect your liberty to cover my eyes with lovely veils.
I'm sorry but not sorry anymore!

Even if you had come back,

I might decorate a room in my heart

From the ruins of the rupture,

Because I honestly don't know

How to break yours with this intensity.

This vulnerable little creature still roots for you,
If you had like to know, I wish.
I'll always be thankful for teaching me a new lesson,
On how to move on in two separate ways
After miles of walking with hands tangled.
.
But I'd let you know I still wipe the tears and blood
That oozes from the healed scar as I walk alone.
.
This isn't an art of melancholy.
But a sigh of letting it out.
Words do reduce unendurable burden.
Whether taken in or taken out.