Come to think of it
I haven't written in a while
For days
Weeks
  Months

Before, words spilled
Out of me like blood
When I cut myself

And I haven't cut myself
For weeks
  Months
    Over a year

And then I stopped

Snap!

Just like that

Everything was better
Is better
Right?

It is
And it isn't

For my blood's flowing
In my veins again

My heart pumps them
With the song of caffeine
Fueling my mind
Squeezed empty
Of words I wish
I could put down to paper

See the words take form
The ink bleeding on the paper

But I don't

I stopped
Cutting

Writing

I stitched up my wounds
Hid my marks
And smiled

I'm no longer writing
Cutting myself for you
My love for you,
Is a blade to me
And I stopped

And yet here I am
Writing once again