I'd accept your love letters
If only my heart wasn't already bleeding to death
From various gaping paper cuts
That pulsate every time I breathe in
And dilate
Every time I breathe out.
My blood isn't even red anymore.
It has started dripping out in inky black swarms
Of guilt-infested pus.
And the only people who care
Are the ones who have to bleach the stains
Out of their living room carpets
Because they're having dinner parties
With important people
That deserve to be treated to spotless visions of white
Because that's the type of world we all have to live in
In order to make partner.
I won't apologize for bleeding too profusely
But I will hold one hand over my wounds
And the other over my eyes
To mask the tears
That come out in embarrassingly dark hues of midnight blue.
But I haven't got anyplace
To unleash into
So I just keep staggering along
Overflowing the bits of me that accumulate over my limit
And try to swallow gulp after gulp
Of the reality of my situation
That even though anger tastes a lot like green saliva...
It's still just as poisonous
As the intravenous incorporation
Of other people.
Adding your comment:
anyhow, this was brilliance captured in stanzas...sheer poetry, raw and applause worthy...one of the best i've read in a long time. the words form pictures that quickly get embossed in the brain and there's no forgetting....the line that i keep coming back to: "I will hold one hand over my wounds and the other over my eyes to mask the tears" got shivers! 
wonderful write.
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