Tuesday, May 22, 2012

No vampires, only me

This page bleeds poetry,
Drips of blood filling out
Each line as I write
Smeared because it
Won’t dry fast enough
Before a new line starts
Poetry is not supposed
To hurt this bad
Or cause so much pain
Ripping out my rib cage
To find the heart
I forgot I had
Ripping out your heart
When I can’t find my own
Drinking my own blood
Then blaming you
Desperate to keep filling out
These lines in order to
Keep on living
Hoping with the last line comes
I might find peace
Hoping that all this blood
Wasn’t spilled in vain

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