Sometimes
my thoughts and hand
bleed so much poetry
I can barely stop them
from leaking
onto the paper.
But sometimes, too,
my heart bleeds
too much blood
that I couldn't write
poetry anymore.
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**warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**