Blood Thirst




Come with me love.

Leave a trail of blood wherever you go so I can find you once more.

It’s okay to cry,

The sea won’t hurt if a few more salty drops fall into its waters.

I’m thinking of a song you used to sing bellow your breath.

One about lust and the sound of your bones breaking.

Crushed under the weight of my desires.

Did I do this to you?

Did I leave you limp and lifeless.

Did I steal your hopes, take away your inspiration?

Did I condense you into a few verses.

Did I reduce you to liquid ink,

Did I drop a few coffee stains on your skin on a sleepless night.

Did I bleed you and leave you out to dry…

On a hanger with all my other lovers.

Unknowingly vicious, an innocent criminal.

Did I stab you with lexicon,

Did I kill you with verses and bury your weightless body in metaphors.

Can you breath still, can you hear me from down under?

If you can, I am so sorry.

I am sorry I used you for art, for turning you into another journal entry.

But as long as there is still an ounce of blood left in your veins…

There will be poetry.

Thoughts welcome.

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