You stabbed my heart

like it was nothing

but darling

my heart bleeds rubies

worth of love

that you will never

be able to obtain.

From my heart,

bled rubies,

rich and blood-red,

when you stabbed me,

seven times,

through the chest,

because I allowed you to.

From my eyes,

flowed diamonds,

bright and sparkling,

as I cried out six times,

in agonizing pain,

screaming to the heavens.

From five heavens,

fell sapphires,

which washed away the blood,

and washed away the tears,

from off my cheeks.

From then on,

black onyx grew,

around my heart,

and all its four corners.

From there,

after three tries of struggling,

I picked myself up.

From two broken pieces,

I healed.

I became one whole again from brokenness.

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languid love

turns hearts to stone,

r e d r u b i e s

quenched of fire.

what once could cut

through flesh to bone,

a n e m i c,

b l e e d s

•

•

.

.

.

d e s i r e.

If you were

here

I would

hold you

close

and

tell you

I love you

but

you are

not

and so

instead

I

bleed

rubies

that

cut

and

shred

what

you left

of

my

heart.

sunset blooming

in front of my closed eyelids

pomegranate seeds of doubt

sprinkled on my skin

a gasp of poison air:

the truth of it

sinking onto my cranberry lips

as I long to speak the words

I lost you

we shared those autumn leaves

but they're shriveled now

because I let you go

before I knew that I wanted to

know you

I have no right to your heart

still

mine is bleeding rubies

My heart is bleeding Rubies,

after you tore it into pieces,

my eyes are flooding Sapphires,

after they tried to hold back a dam-worth of tears and emotion,

my tears are made of flowing Beryl,

blue-green sea-water flowing down

after the pain,

Your touch was Topaz,

electric through sense,

shocking me,

choking me.

you were dynamite

that destroyed my cave of gemstones,

that broke my cave,

my soul,

into crumbled gems

that are all breaking apart

and breaking away.

My heart is bleeding Rubies after you,

because of you,

for you.

I will soon run out of the precious stones

and only have a hollowed out cave

left behind.

30.6.2020

My heart is bleeding rubies,

as red as blood,

as cold as ice,

as dead as a corspe,

that's what he did to me

made me bleed into heaven

to never return to earth

to never say goodbye

Ever since I was a little boy my heart had a special condition; it could bleed rubies.

Before then people didn’t like me that much saying that I looked weird and acted awkward around people. It all changed when my heart bled rubies. I would give people the rubies of my heart and they would become my friend. I made many friends with those rubies. I finally felt valued. I would play occasionally with those friends and it made giving the rubies all the worthwhile. One day I noticed that I was producing less and less rubies. Friends started to play with me less and less and the rubies just kept dwindling. Soon, no more rubies came out of my heart, my heart had run dry. I asked my friends whether they wanted to play but when they saw the lack of rubies, they all declined. I then realized that I had never made any friends. I started off just as hopeless as where I ended but now I truly had nothing of value.

My heart is bleeding rubies. They glimmer in the fading light. They crumble in my shaking hands, staining my fading bones. The pain falls heavy, a knife deep in my throat. It's a thief that cuts me open and makes me miss the rain. If i could collect all the blood I've lost, I could pay to take the pain away. Stars poke out of fading visions, hues heavy with glittery lies. They twinkle in my memory, is this what people see before they die? Wolves howl at the rising moon, already mourning their loss. A bloody smile counts the slowing beats of my heart. Sparkly jewels crumble around me, meaningless as Death comes for my soul.

The goldminer's daughter fell in love one night, quite the scandal, with my cousin really. With hair spun like silk the color of fresh daffodils, she snuck out to the old house at the edge of the woods where the birds don't chirp and the crickets held their last note many moons ago. Dress smooth as fresh snow in Alaska and the color of freshly blossomed violets, she delightfully twirled and danced on decrepit floorboards.

The jeweler's apprentice fell in love one night with the goldminer's daughter, but her heart was pledged to another. He promised he would wait. For what? Neither knew. Maybe just until morning, yes, that would be enough for the two.

The salmon were leaping from the saphire river that morning, with not a care in the world. The raccoons scrambled through dogwood tree branches to catch a glimpse of the scene before them. The goldminer's daughter's heart had turned to onyx, and her eyes dripped diamonds. The jeweler's apprentice bathed in the glow of morning light, yet he did not know, for his emerald eyes had glazed over to pearl and his heart bled rubies. All because of a shotgun from the goldminer's daughter's betrothed.

Two hearts, one love. Rubies digging down, down into the soil where the hurt couldn't wash to the surface. But maybe, just maybe, a goldminer panning in the stream one day might find the gemstones, forgotten from that night long ago. He might even give them to the jeweler. Then, he'll order a necklace made for his only daughter of rubies. Nobody will know how the moonlight danced across the lapis sky. Nobody will remember how she felt when his eyelids dropped for the last time. Nobody will feel how she did when her heart broke and spilled rubies on decrepit floorboards next to his body.