I tried to write you a letter
But halfway through I got lost
In thought
Chasms of conversation
Shared between hands over mouths
on lonely Tuesday nights
Blood is everywhere now
On the walls
In my soul
The stinging sensation replaces
Your face
As my blood drips on the paper
I never could think of you
Without a little anesthetic
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
