Every Time…


Every time we meet
a fresh crack blooms on my heart.
When will it whither?

Every time you smile
I feel the ache in my bones.
When will they shatter?

Every time you speak
your barbed words pierce my skin.
When will the blood flow?

Every time you leave
I’m a little more damaged
When will I crumble?

© 2015 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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