I never been
in love
with brown eyes
like I'm
in love
with yours

4 am
and you're face
and voice
still races
through
my mind

anger is not sadness, and sadness cannot bring you back.

More blood drawn for no apparent reason.
Things may be okay, but I am not.
My body will be my canvas, that nobody will see.
My scars will be a masterpiece, but only in my dreams.
I want the pain.
Or is it pleasure?
Since I get so much joy from the crimson blood forming on my thigh.
I am a *******.
I want it, I need it.