(11.) Bleed
I stare at the blank paper
trying to write a letter,
but all I can ever think is you;
the one who left me in blue.
The rain is pouring
and my tears are falling,
as my hand starts moving
while trying to write something.
I want to shout,
and let it all out.
The taste of your mouth,
your intoxicating smell,
the words you used to tell,
I can still remember those all too well.
Your sweet smile
that drove me for a while,
the warmth of your hands,
our favorite bands,
the song you loved to sing
and all those little things...
everything still haunts me.
—And I bleed.
