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The bleeding heart

Judson_Kaique
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Let me wear my favorite 60s pompadour, and my blue shirt. I don't want to touch on our relationship right now. It's not easy for me to talk about it, my heart has 7 daggers that make it bleed. It's not something as simple as a quadratic equation or uniform rectilinear motion in physics. That's why I feel at rock bottom, at the bottom of the well. Finding expectations in a love that's already broken. The smell of Sicilian lemon reminds me of you, fruity, but sour. I don't want to touch on our re

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Let me wear my favorite 60s pompadour, and my blue shirt.

I don't want to touch on our relationship right now.

It's not easy for me to talk about it,

my heart has 7 daggers that make it bleed.

It's not something as simple as a quadratic equation

or uniform rectilinear motion in physics.

That's why I feel at rock bottom, at the bottom of the well.

Finding expectations in a love that's already broken.

The smell of Sicilian lemon reminds me of you,

fruity, but sour.

I don't want to touch on our relationship right now.

It's not easy for me to talk about it.

There are many shackles on us.

I feel at rock bottom, sinking deeper and deeper as if I were in the ocean.

And everywhere I see you, I have traumatic memories.

You should never have thought of leaving,

now I don't feel you anymore.

My heart has 7 daggers that make it bleed.

It's not something as simple as a quadratic equation

or uniform rectilinear motion in physics.

I'm sinking, searching for a love that no longer exists.

You should never have thought of leaving,

you were caught by the breath of the wind,

you'll still be here, I have you,

I'll take you, I'll make you mine, yes I have you.

Sinking as if I were in the ocean.

And in every place I see you, I have traumatic memories.

You should never have thought of leaving.

It's not something simple that I'll solve, like composing a song,

I'm adrift in loneliness again, it's not just that.

I'll be alone again, completely adrift in loneliness.

Alone again.

The bleeding heart - Judson Kaique 28-07-2026

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  • curious_clueless

    do people close to you know what you're going through, or is this the first time telling?

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  • oh_this_is_me

    that whole 'can't talk about it but here's everything' feeling, oof.

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  • banter_buddy

    okay but the 60s pompadour and blue shirt opener is such a look

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  • maybe_im_wrong

    all the sinking imagery kind of blurs together for me. is that the point or am i overthinking it?

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  • just_curious_tho

    when you say the 7 daggers, is that a real number from something, or does it just feel right?

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  • nodding_along

    memories tied to a person like that... yeah, they don't let go.

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  • wait_what_tho

    was any of this from your own breakup, or are you imagining someone else's?

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  • felt_that_one

    cycling back through the same images over and over, yeah.

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