YOU ARE READING Flaws Poetry Love: our most fatal flaw. Bleed 89 14 0 by PurpleSeastar by PurpleSeastar Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story You tore a hole in my skin and now with every breath my shattered heart is slowing as it pumps my burning blood through my broken body and my love l d and soaks into the sleeves of my oversized sweater.