Falling in half love
With everyone I meet,
Scared to go in past my feet.
Afraid to open up
Hesitant to divulge feelings
That hang as painful cliches
But hurt just the same
as if they were open wounds
the salty sting, the frantic "ooh"
I love that blood is blue before it hits the air
My skin was fair before you hit me, I hadn't seen that shade of blue,
but it came in different waves, different shapes too.
I still wonder what healing is like for you.

Or if you even had to.

You never had to heal,
never broke,
never choked on your own tears
begging for one more chance to prove yourself to me,
you would never bleed