Bleeding Smiles

Tears cascade in riverfuls, and I lay unmoving.

Thinking back to all the time lost.

Yearning to love, without a cost.

But if you were to ask, I would gladly answer.

Without a pause, no glimmer of remorse.

No, I do not regret loving, and I do not regret losing.

For a love that is lost symbolises the greatest cost of all,

of torn hearts and hopeless souls, cracked lips and glass fingertips.

Tainted only by the most fragile of nights, and the sharpest of spikes.