i would **** for you —
you know ,, ?

stain my white dress in red :
for
you .
                     .

blood dripping down a
knife
i would swear i never
held
.

but
they would end up catching me
of course ,

they always do —

and
the devil would sneer
,
disappointed ,

lace dress tight —
her lips curled in painted pink ,
when everything seems
so
h o t .
           .

because
               she knows
that
while
i would **** for you,
i
would never,
                       ever
die.

You want to scream
Pull your hair with fists clutched tight
Boiling over inside
A pressure cooker ready to explode
Your lid is ready to fly
Like an electric guitar reaching a screeching ******
You want to bash everything to the ground
Red lipstick words scribbled on white painted walls
Words of scorn
Words that warn
Debauched in madness
Seduced by sadness
One big ball of crazy
Devouring everything in sight
Goat or sheep
Blood will bleed
The coming of the Lion

My heart bleeds colours
but not the way you'd think
it drips

R
       A
                I
                        N
                    ­             B
                                       O
                                              W
               ­                                        S

through my veins
a
CACOPHANY
a
SYMPHONY
a
disdainful loss of my dignity.






Yes, my heart bleeds colours
I can no longer wear it on my sleeve
for all to see
the dazzling display that leaks



For such a heart as mine,
that appears so vividly black
I find it quite amusing,
for there certainly is a lack of

FEELING
and
EMOTION
coursing through my veins

and yet when it bleeds
THE COLOURS FLOW AGAIN

I've blue and yellow, mix to make green
Pink and purple
make the circle,
a full rainbow it would seem

Oh my heart bleeds colours
I am now no longer clean
for all my colours have started
seeping out my seams.

You said that when you looked in my eyes all you saw was darkness.
You said that when I smiled you knew it was fake.
You said when I ate you knew I would just throw it up.
You said that when I told you I didn't hurt myself again you knew I was lying.
You said you loved me no matter what, even if I was slowly fading.
All I could do is sit back and take in what you were saying.
Could you actually love me? Me a girl slowly dying from her own self.
All that coursed through my mind was, ¨how could someone love a broken girl?¨

Who was your ******* rock? The one you relied on when others relied on you? I was the keystone who kept you together and kept the others together unbeknownst to them. I was the bandage sealing the wound from the bacteria of the world, from the ill thoughts and mean-spirited things of the world. I was your ******* crutch that supported you and helped you stand upright in this world. But just like a crutch, like a bandage, I was discarded once the problem was summarily handled. I hope you bleed out next time.

Don’t stop me
From living my life.
Don’t tighten the rope
Don’t hand me the knife.

I’d gladly take it -
I follow your lead.
But nothing comes easier
When both of us bleed.

I can’t be your lifeboat
If I’m the sinking ship.
I can’t keep you from slipping
With too loose a grip.

The darkness surrounds me
As you drift away.
But I’ll be there to guide you
If you lose your way.

Every time I take a sip
The memory of your touch
Bleeds my mind emotionless