Whether they are spilling blood
Into the bathroom sink,
Or showing their cold- coloured flesh
Beneath your worn skin,
They will always be there.
And always have those feelings
Whether he's near or far.
Even if you chose the fate.

Even if he wasn't there
When it did occur,
They both flamed
With anger,
Hate,
And emptiness.

And that's what filled my veins,
When they stung relentlessly
In the showers that lasted lifetimes
And glowed in the heartbreak.

They never gave in,
Even when I did.