Titles are Overrated

Part 183

You didn't mean to do it,

but you did.

Crimson glistens on your hands

that once

held the sides of my face.

Your lips are stained

with it.

You beg like you're the one

who is bleeding,

when you undid

all the stitches on my skin.

You say you were trying

to cover them up,

but all you did

was twist the knife

and make the cuts

deeper.

leave me hanging and I'll cut you loose