"My Heart Bleeds"
Seeping in
from the edges of my perception
these dreams
begin to tear
through my well-being,
Ripping and shredding
the delicate fabric
I meticulously weaved
to shroud me from the feelings
my heart no longer needs to feel,
These emotions bleed
through
soaking the whole of the tapestry
like blood to a towel,
And I remain helpless;
Only able to grasp in thought
their essence
but never really
detecting tangibly
with any
of my other senses,
They're like ghosts existing on the periphery
of what I can comprehend
and yet
still able to destroy
the peace my heart seeks,
Only ever feeling them
pour through me
as they leave behind
their echoes for me to reflect upon,
I stare at this tear
sliding over the grooves
of my face,
wondering
from what ethereal plane
these elegant shimmering drips
of sadness
have been pulled from
to manifest
for the here and now,
They just delicately
leave behind their salty stains
on my lips and cheeks,
A bittersweet taste
to remind me
to question
if these emotions
ever existed in the first place,
Because
these dreams are no memories
of mine
and yet shomehow
feel more real
than any memory
I have.
I wonder then,
whose feelings
am I feeling
because my heart bleeds
out of necessity
without ever
questioning why,
and I feel
everything.
-Armando Torres
