Will It Into Me

Pained intake of breath Hot air against my cheeks You’re wrapping white cloth over my arms I’m watching red seep in like ink bleeds Faintly, behind a splotch of black I see your eyes grow wet And though I am barely holding on I can feel the tremble in your fingers And an echo of a voice Calling my name You’re desperately trying to push paper into the wound And I’m feeling myself bleed out despite your efforts You take me to a doctor but still I leak Transfuse your own red into me But it just leaves through my eyes and makes me feel weak “What have you done to yourself?!” you cry And I sigh through a fit of tears You’re trying to take the pain out of me And i'm disappointing you with every breath I take Just like you cannot will another moon into existence You cannot love someone out of an illness

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