Subject Lines are for Losers

[missromanticide]

Sorry for the depressing nature of this in advance.......

Cuts on milky skin
bleed crimson
onto white shag.
The thick drops
like the ends of infinite sentences.
The ones you never thought to speak
and the ones I was too afraid to say.
How comforting sharpened steel
can be.

The sky opens up
deep and dark
pissing rain,
like it can read my mind.
If only I was as strong as
the tumultuous clouds
foreshadowing my fate.

If only I could rip you
from your rooted confines
and take you into my arms.
I'd mold you
fold you
transform you
into the beautiful woman
I know you have always been.

Maybe you'd never leave.
Maybe you'd love me too--
or again.
Whichever comes first.
Maybe one day
those pink scars littering my skin
can be kissed away
by those crimson lips
so perfectly placed on your face.

Crimson
for crimson.
Maybe it's an equal trade
after all.