Come Home

The tears of the blood
hit the ground gently
spreading so the others
can have a moment for themselves
my names
been misplaced
by all the voices, who've
misused, abused, raped my eyes
and now I'm  blind
with nothing to do,
to make time pass
sitting here, thinking
bout what id be seeing
if only,
She was worth breathing,  but
]its stopped-Dramatically, and
Shes moved on now,
bigger and better things
I'm left
watching the T.V.
visualizing, what id like to see

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