I cut my thigh, to fill my well,
and moistened my pen,
so I could flow again.
I'm writing this
just to let you know,
that you can't hide from me.
Wherever you go,
I'll find you.
Whoever you become,
I'll see you.
Whenever you wonder
whether I still love you,
read this bloodletter,
and remember,
I will always love you...
until I hold your still beating heart,
in my palm,
and crush it in my fist.