blood

don’t you feel that sometimes words pour out like wounds?
maybe i am, who knows.
maybe i am bleeding.
but this year this time has been particular
for a lack of blood
and the thirst for it
i can’t seem to bleed enough—
this might be fine.

i can’t be happy all the time.
i guess some day i will be fine.

i shouldn't be telling you this but

if whatever other's think counts as pathetic then you should have seen
how she would lean into the table and holding a knife to eye level say
he acted in terribly pathetic ways
 (i shouldn't be telling you this)

truth is i am amazed of how with the passing of time
i feel less and less
and less... less...
 hope i'm not stripped down and lost like you are
if i let the doom fall upon me
then what's left?
am i giving up so fast?

nah
i'm not you
nor her
not anybody else i know