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
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
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
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