Thunderstorms at 2 AM

PRESSURE

PRESSURE

They say you can find almost anything in people's blood. You find whatever you want, whatever you truly desire.

If you take a look in my blood you'll find that I have a B+ blood type, and that I am commonly allergic to cats and horses. You can say that my diet is quite healthy, and that my sugar level is at an average. My plasma glucose is at 77 and I have 4.6 million red blood cells running through my veins. 

You can also tell that I love my music. I love the way it makes my heart beat faster, and makes the blood rush to my cheeks at times. And how it suddenly lifts up my mood. You can tell that I've also had a pretty upsetting past, and that I didn't get much support for my real dreams, which I wanted to pursue. My parents often blew my wishes away and demanded I did what they thought best. My blood will tell you that my relationship with my brother was murdered because of that, and the blood leaks on my wrists can confirm that too. My blood will tell you that I madly fell in love with someone who I was not nearly half as cool and rebellious as. My blood will tell you that I fell in love instantly with someone who was no good for me.

His blood will tell you that he has a A+ blood type and that he is allergic for cats as well but also the pollen, and he suffers from hay fever. His blood will also tell you that he smokes and drinks a lot, and his blood carries the toxic substances around. His blood will tell you that he's gone through a lot of shit and he was merely misunderstood through it all. The red substance past all the dirt and filth and secret it holds, is sacred to him. His body will have marks of blood leaks, each one a different story that is far from vague. His blood will portray someone tough and intimidating when in the specks of reality, he isn't what he portrays he is. He's broken on the inside, and nobody tried to fix him. Now it's too late and he's breaking day by day and the only thing that is alive in his miserable body, is the blood that courses through his veins, with all his stories inside of it.

They tell me if my heart stops beating, that him and I will bleed the same way.