Blood poured from head, hands, lacerated skin
Water flowed from stabbed side
Love filled eyes instead of tears

We have even died 'together'
in my imagination.

As the ink sinks into the paper
i burrow deeper
inside of myself, until i am lost
in words, alliteration, commas and
full stops
to crop my faults
and tie my edges together
sew myself,
with rhythmic leather
in an attempt to hold secure
My frayed mentality,
conceal the reality,
That i have fallen apart,
Glue together new beginnings and fresh starts,
With ink at the heart,
Of it all.

When I burn around my edges
And sometimes my very core
You shower me with your love,
When it rains it pours.

I bit open a lie and it tasted like you.

Sometimes you put up walls

to see who would care

enough

to break them.

At times you put up walls,

just to get away

and not be found.

Until

you find yourself.