I wrote you letters with my blood.
Each one I gave you
held a piece of my heart, a piece of my soul.
I poured out every thought
until my fragile heart
was dangerously yours.
You found the missing pieces, sewed my heart together -
and gave it back to me,
full again.
You kissed me gently.
It was so warm
it mended my heart.
It almost felt like it did
when I first met you.
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