Just ask me anything you want
I've started not to care
Not to care about you
Not to care about me
Not to care about anything
Ask me anything you want
Rip open my veins
Expose my flesh
Tear through my beating heart
With questions like knives
And stares like burning flames
Ask me anything you want
I am an open book with words
Words sprawled across the page in red
Dripping and dried blood
My blood
The blood that I bled from the question
This is why you can ask me
ANYTHING you want
YOU ARE READING
Remembering the Memories
PoetryThis is a story of memories. Some are fictional, while others are nonfiction. Enjoy laughing, crying and jumping for joy with me. ~ Alexa Rider