Friend or Fiend

Echoes of your shattered heart, called to me

Even from a different place, a different time

I rushed to your rescue, much like I always do

Picking up the pieces of your ever shattered glass heart

Ignoring all the tiny tears to my very flesh

Deep crimson blood drips steadily

From my calloused hands

From handling such a fragile and fragmented thing

I looked into your glistening eyes

Trying to silently convey my empathy

To my dismay, they are already hollowing

Now I am stuck, drowning

In your stale, salty tears

Smile though you are broken

Never let your chin hang low

Together we will surmount

We shall dig a pathetic and shallow hole

To bury the remains

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