I bleed you;
I bleed crimson waves of smiles and blue drops of tears.
I breathe you;
I breathe in oxygen and the sweet numbness of love.
I can feel you;
I can feel your hands on my hands, all in my head.
I can hear you;
The shrill sound of your voice, sweet and smooth to my ears.
I can taste you;
Like peppermint and tears and forgotten promises you whispered in the dark.
I wonder if this is love,
If I am the only one who loves.
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
