a poetic interlude from last night
I pricked my finger and watched it bleed.
I watched everything I felt for you turn crimson red and leave.
The liquid rose from my body and dripped to the floor
collecting in a puddle of what I thought was no more,
but I left it too long and it stained the ground
as a constant reminder that you're still around.
I cursed you for saying things you knew would cause me pain,
and then I cursed myself for always letting you win.
I put a rug on the floor so that I could move on.
I stopped thinking so all thoughts of you would be gone,
and I turned the light off in my eyes so no one could see
the broken ruins of a soul that you left behind for me.
I watched everything I felt for you turn crimson red and leave.
The liquid rose from my body and dripped to the floor
collecting in a puddle of what I thought was no more,
but I left it too long and it stained the ground
as a constant reminder that you're still around.
I cursed you for saying things you knew would cause me pain,
and then I cursed myself for always letting you win.
I put a rug on the floor so that I could move on.
I stopped thinking so all thoughts of you would be gone,
and I turned the light off in my eyes so no one could see
the broken ruins of a soul that you left behind for me.