Words bleed not hearts.
Coloured crimson takes
place in these dark brown
eyes. They burn just for
you. Tonight you left me
craving for your love. I
can feel the ink start a
flood from within my
veins. And the typewriter
typing in the back of my
brain. Seems like the ink
got in my bloodstream once
again.I can feel it kicking in
it feels worse than how the
chemicals feel under
my fragile skin. Tonight
my pen is the poet and
you are the beat. And
these words are bleeding
out helplessly just for you
as they form these sentences
of I'm here loving and craving
every inch on you* ~