Saturday, January 16, 2010


I prick my finger
and watch tiny drops of blood
splatter against the white parchment
a letter I wrote to you
the blood is proof
that I’m still alive inside
as far as science is concerned
but some days I wonder
the sparkle that danced in my eyes
you said drew you to me
the first moment our eyes locked
burned out the day
you left
and I am unable to
find anything to light it again
I’m a vacant shell of myself
trapped in this world
searching for you
hoping I’ll wake up
and you’ll still be
breathing next to me
here with me
loving me again.

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