April 19, 2008
Love
My heart is bleeding. My
shirt is turning crimson
from the
wet warm liquid.
My eyes are red and the
veins are bright. Wet
tears drip
down and land, mixing
with the blood.
Mascara down my cheek,
makeup on my collar.
Grey gray and brown mix
together and form hazel.
The hazel
surrounded by white.
Glasslike.
My bleeding heart still
aches. It pounds.
pounds. pounds. for you.
With each pound my shirt
is redder.
I am dying.
I look at my hands. They
are glistening with blood
and tears.
A smile. From your
direction. I smile back.
No longer am I bleeding.