Bleeding.
Watch me bleed out as you twist the knife deeper and deeper.
The deep, velvety red seeping into your shoes.
You didn't deserve me,
and yet I let you dig that knife into my heart.
Each pulse getting worse...
and worse...
and worse...
the pain sunk in right as everything faded to black.
A part of me died that day.
A part I will never get back.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis will be a collection of poems that I write, and I will do my best to make sure they're all edited before I publish them.
