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bleeding out

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I had the hatchet buried
deep within the confines of
my quicksand bones;
It was in a small tattered box
locked up tight with iron chains
and padlock hearts;
I blew it a final kiss goodbye
before I left it to sink
into restless
oblivion


but that wasn’t enough for you

now my heart's bleeding out
on the bathroom floor
while your pretty little box,
(untouched by the years it sat
amongst old memories and dead poets)
lays open with my pictures of you
scattered like fall leaves
around my shaking body —
your blood soaked fingers
tap the hatchet against your
bent knee to a song
I can’t hear anymore
as you watch me,
that damning smile upon
your cracking lips.
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I've been toying with this idea of trying to move on but the feelings/object of interest resurfaces lately but it looks like things got a little bloody in the end. Oops. ^^;

Any and all critiques are welcome. This is a piece I like but would like to improve 
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