My heart broke
and bled.
Streamed.
Blood mixed
and made mud,
on the ground.
Tears raced red
down my body,
stained my skin.
Gravity pulled down.
Now you walk through
this
brown-red paste.
It sticks to your sole
too.
You wear my
heart-break crown.
Does this paste
scare you?
When my blood mixed
with your
dirt skin.
This sin?
Let no fear lie
in hurting me.
You have already
hurt me.
My heart broke
and bled.
Streamed down my brown body.
Mixed with your dirt skin.
You were already
on the ground.
© Jillian Scott 2008
Jillian Scott
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-broke-and-bled/
