Pieces of my heart exit my body like menstrual flow.
Memories punch like severe cramps tearing, ripping, bringing tears as I curl into a ball of sorrow and self pity. I can numb the pain. But it's only a mask.
I go from that high to this low in seconds.
The angel becomes a bitch.
Why do I have to suffer for sins that I did not commit?
Heart rebuilds, only to break again and again.
For several days a month I go through this unbearable reminder that I have no control over certain things.
It's all just messed up period.
But this curse is my body rejecting waste that could destroy my mind.
It's the preparation for a new beginning.
A release of toxic feelings.
Warnings of missed opportunities wrong for me marked in dark red.
So I continue this cycle until the day heart fuses together with soul, and gives birth to pure love.
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