To the Boy Whose Sheets I Bled on

Do you remember the nights you would unwrap my body like a gift?

On those nights you played the role of lover, of confidante, and of friend.

You were a wildfire, pernicious and inextinguishable, hot and burning.

But did you all know that fire could be extinguished by menstruation blood?

Which is ridiculous because who wouldn’t wanna ride these crimson waves?

I was only beautiful to you when I wrapped around you immaculately.

The morning we woke up entangled in one another in a pool of brown blood

You asked me to pay for the sheets I stained.

I would have, really, but I’m too busy paying for 7 dollar tampons,

For the 90 cents to every dollar you make

For making myself pretty enough to be seen as human,

For the gynecology appointments, for the little blue pill.

When you have a daughter, will you shame her for bleeding?

Will you ask her to pay for the pants, the skirt you bought for her?

Will you see her as a dirty thing?

You should know that when my body is in the house of the moon, It is peaceful wartime.

The only time when blood is nonviolent.

If you are not willing you love me when my body is bleeding,

Then you are undeserving of my high tide of intimacy.

You were never a lover, you were a case study.

A representation of all of the things I would have done differently

I wish I would have created a work of of art.

I wish I would have painted your sheets like an art exhibition,

Free bleed the words f**k you all over your pillow cases.

Reviews

[Justin]

that was very emotionally, u were able to take something so personal and turn into something that would help someone in the future, great job!!!

[Pete]

i like this. he sounds like a real *******. nicely written, telling it like it is ...

[Gee]

It ain't dealing with the periods it's the mood swings. I'm a skilled practitioner of egg shell walking, tongue biting and missile dodging.
It's good that you have brooched the subject, very few would have the balls to.

[Lovecraft]

Lol, you went there. It is true that many of my gender aren't very keen on women in regards to having their periods. After all, many people have a phobia of sorts pertaining to blood.

This is a strange but in some ways brave poem. I don't care when my girlfriends had their periods, I actually feel bad because it must be such a f****n' hassle to deal with. If a guy can't deal with his chick having a period then he's a p***y.

A fine poem just a little unexpected.

[Arline]

Lol. Yeah. I was def drunk, heartbroken & In a feminist rage when I wrote this. This being said, unexpected makes sense. Haha.

[Lovecraft]

As a straight guy, I sometimes despise my own gender. I'm drunk right now and wrote "Edge of the Woods". Half a bottle of vodka.