He bleeds honesty. So.
She keeps a knife in his chest.
Penetrates his flesh.
He cries integrity, so she keeps his tears fresh.
She’d mention she has good intentions.
Encouraging him to be his best.
Connected to him through his weakness and pain.
She knew it was possible to make someone change.
Somewhere between the hurt of her last broken heart and gathering the will to restart, she picked up a piece of knowledge to which she held firm:
They will only learn if it burns.
Blue Fences 
interesting read! I love the imagery.
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Thank you 💙
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Beautifully flowing are your words. This Poem is transparent. So much going on. The expressive passion, the love triangle of wounds left open from previous relationships, emotions flareup
hearts… Great piece…
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Ooh I love this comment.
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Now do you!!! Your welcome.. you can do a Prime Time Series with this… great work 💜
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I like this metaphor of “he is bleeding of honesty” 🙂
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Great piece!
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Sometimes we see the beauty and good in others they fail to see inside themselves, but having someone who believes in you and sees you for who you really are flaws and all can help us to be brave enough to ourselves in a new light. 💙😊
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This is a beautiful comment 💙
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Awww I’m glad!😊 💙
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