Old Bandages

A heart, left bleeding in the wake of betrayal - partially mended by the healer called Time, loosely wrapped in old bandages desperately in need of changing, scabs continually ripping open and bleeding anew - cries out to be healed, mended forever, cared for and loved by one as if it were their own, to be held like a precious stone, to finally be whole.

(wrote this a while back, finally got around to posting it)