i think so

because despite everything
you've put it through
my heart
still loves you

Every time I close my eyes I see red.
It drips down onto the ground, onto my clothes.
It stains.
I open my eyes and I’m left with the memories of myself cutting my arms open to see the crimson red liquid drip out of the wounds I’ve created.
Wounds that I’ll soon regret.
Wounds that scar my skin.
Wounds that scar my mind.
Every time I close my eyes I see red.
These scars are forever.
But I can make it better.
I don’t know how but I have to try because when I close my eyes I am reminded of that **** color.
That color that reminds me of the many times I’ve hated myself.
It reminds me of the times someone had hurt me.
It reminds me of the times where I felt like I shouldn’t be alive.
Every time I close my eyes I see red.
I want to see other colors.

Between a human and pet.
Opening hearts.
Healing wounds.
Revealing the Light within.
To grow,
To renew,
And to shine
In relationship.
Yes, a beautiful bond,
Indeed!

Nothing shocks quite like
The unexpected backhand of love
Slapped across the face

Heart sustaining blow after blow
Bearing scars that will never be forgotten
Wearing invisible wounds as a badge of honor

Pick myself up, withstanding more
If love is a battlefield
Then I am ready for war

Some windows 
shut memories 
some,
open wounds.

I have no one to heal my wounds
There’s this aching in me to be seen
I want you to see the blood
Please, look at me
Look at my wrist!!
I’m in pain!
I’m injured!
And I just... just need someone
To dress my wounds

...

But I know there will be no one
And if I’m to heal
It will be alone
For no one is coming
To stand by my side
No one is coming
To my aid

Kiss me softly 
right where my wings unfold,
hold me like your tears carry promises
deeper than the wounds
your fingernails have dug in my spine

but please, darling,
don't hand me flowers
your fingertips can't bend to the will of,
and don't you dare point at stars
your arms will never reach

because this doorway is used to seeing
your shadow go and come around
and these walls have seen you
take much and give little 

your ego is used to feeding off
of this my will to stay,
a will that’s slowly eating me away

and though my lips stay craving
the lining of your body,
my heart is starving
for something real.