When my finger met the paper, in a brief love affair, it took my blood as a trophy. Then the red droplets created a beautiful mess as it sank into the dead white wood. It stung badly, and it continued to hurt as I went on a mission to find a bandage that could keep the crimson art inside of me, instead of spilling it everywhere. When I wiped the excess blood away I saw nothing, yet I was still in pain. But what hurts the most right now is my heart, because just like I couldn’t see the papercut, you can’t see my broken heart either, and it is bleeding heavily. Because of you. And I can’t seem to find a bandage big enough to heal the hole you left in my dying heart.
I am so happy that my poem was selected as a daily. That is so unbelievable on so many levels. Thank you so very much to all of your comments, likes and reposts. It means the world to me! :)