This is how bleeding leads to beauty…

A tree root tumor around my heart

That’s what you were

So intertwined with me heart

That it seemed to be the reason it beat

Yet you continue to march to the beat of your own drum

You planted your roots in my heart

And used them to grow and anchor

Taking all the vital nutrient from my heart

But l began to wither as you continued to flourish

You chopped down your tree and propagated elsewhere

But you left me bleeding…

with your dead roots interwoven with the fabric of my soul

What happens when someone owns your heart,

But they don’t care?