I still crave for the
Crimson liquid to flow
Out of me.
But thinking of your
Tousled curly locks and
your sea green eyes
with that hint of
grey around the irises
Makes me come back to
reality and I know that
Its best if I don't
use the blade tonight.

I have a notebook I
Write in everyday.
Poetry and songs
Even your name
Somehow gets twisted in
The words I write.

What will it take for you to
notice me?

I dream about her at night
The faceless woman
She creeps into my doorway and
Im blinded.
I still dont know her name and
I dont think I ever will.
I hear her voice at night,
speaking to me in such a way I
Almost drown in her
velvet like sounds.
Who is she?
Why is she?
Where is she?