Sometimes , I think to not heal from the wounds you left me was a conscious choice
If I lose them , I'd have nothing left of you
Like those imprints were the fingerprints you left on me,
And the slow excruciating trickling scarlet our story, as it happened
Each mark a memory of the magic and the mortality of our love.
It's true that I've lost you ,
I don't want to lose my mind thinking I've imagined you as well
If I can't have the future , I don't want to lose the past too...
Let me bleed, if that's what it takes ,
I don't want to lose the ghost of you too ,
Just not yet ,please

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