I ripped myself out of your life <br />and I left the wounds open to bleed. <br />The blood seeped into the ink, <br />and the ink became the pain on the page. <br />I was empty before I met you <br />I was whole when I was with you <br />and then I let you go. <br /> <br />But you have read my heart <br />you saw the clockwork of my soul. <br />You came back and grew new roots <br />in the wound, where I got torn. <br /> <br />*: Thank you<br /><br />Dewald Viljoen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ripped/
