Life Explicit

Bleeding Cuts
Wounds inside, I hyperventilate,
because coping with loss is elusive, never taught.
Learned tools necessary to navigate torrential,
emotions,
are mysterious,
lessons,
and, my God, have I suffered.
Full of ever-changing values-
my head throbs-
as love is replaced,
by a memory.
Beloved snapshots are saved;
a contrast to my paved,
over heart.
I think that's what saved me.
The review. Though, I'm,
through.
Girlfriends pointed out,
in passing, that I'm,
emotionally inadequate.
I used to blame my,
parents,
now I blame myself,
and I'm still bloody,
inside.