Bloody Shirt

Kiss my heart and make it better.
It fell so hard, and it hurts.
There's a hole in my chest,
blood on my shirt.
I'm afraid it won't heal over.
I want my revenge, I want you in pain,
but I want you happy more.
I want to get angry, slam the door,
instead watch it, wishing in vain,
and all I want in the end,
is for you to be healthy and free,
doing whatever you will
while I bleed out, alone and unseen
too numb to move, too hurt to scream.

Wrote this one a few months ago.

Understudy

They give me the lines
that you could but don't
Give me emotions
you should but won't.
Semblance of meaning
hit all their marks
Follow the script
not from the heart
Life is a play
and I am it's stage
Scene and Act III
tragedy well-played.