My Heart Bleeds

"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