I bleed in different shades
of poetry. I don't bleed in
the colours of red. I write
down love letters for you.
To guide you on the days
where i can't come over
to hold your hand and kiss
your neck. To light the darkness
found in your room. To shut
the noise in your head. And  
to scare the shadows that come
out every night wanting to play.
I write these words for you. The
letters back down in my throat.
I won't deny it hurts to choke
on love. They are too shy
to tremble from my lips.
Therefore i sigh and write
them down with nothing
but black ink, a pen and a
gentle kiss on your
coffee coloured
skin* ~