Old wounds

I don’t know how much
longer I can sleep in a bed
where the left side is cold.
But every night, I follow you down
the path to my dreams, where my
heart feels whole once more.
And as time pulls me back
to the morning light,
I watch these old wounds
bleed all over again.
If tears were balms,
I would’ve healed by now,
and I could finally give you a name.
I would call you my downfall,
my regret, my love.

*Inspired by the prompts:
Bleeding edge
Gor #brokenheartaug18 Hosted by @whispersofbrokenheart

Bleeding heart
For #augustloveheals18 Hosted by @serenadingwinds And @gigis_thoughts_

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