Deadly tendencies (fuenciado)

Day 23

I remember that day I wrote you a poem.

I called it 'my veins'

It was about your words flowing through my veins.

You laughed and told me "no that's just blood himes."

I realize now

it is just blood.

So why do I like seeing it splattered on my sink so much.

You looked into my eyes and I felt like I was staring into a city of lights that held hopeful people.

I realize now those people weren't hopeful, just haunted.

It is just blood.

So why do I like seeing it flow from my body so much.

Why do I like seeing it stain my carpet so much.