the needle
is dipped in blood
not mine
but yours;
the blood of your broken heart
the blood
leaves trails of lines
like tally marks
showing how many hearts
you've broken
these tally marks will never be
erased;
they shall burden your soul with regret
the needle perforates
your most intimate parts of your mind
the ones hidden deep in your heart
the needle will never cease
your blood is
on your forehead
in clear crisp words
is written
A F R A I D
(b.d.s.)
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
the needle
is dipped in blood
not mine
but yours;
the blood of your broken heart
the blood
leaves trails of lines
like tally marks
showing how many hearts
you've broken
these tally marks will never be
erased;
they shall burden your soul with regret
the needle perforates
your most intimate parts of your mind
the ones hidden deep in your heart
the needle will never cease
your blood is
on your forehead
in clear crisp words
is written
A F R A I D
(b.d.s.)
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