I refuse to be alone
Because of the blood on my fingertips
Or the gunpowder
Sunken into my bones
I made my mark in the past
And the plaster beneath my feet
Is a coward’s retreat
For living
What’s past is passed
What’s dead can never be
The blisters I crave
Have long healed
I have always been whole
11:18am, July 17th 2014
The only thing stopping me from living is myself.