In and On

A poem I wrote way back in the day. Just an inner-monologue of a past relationship.

On my knees, trying to get you back.

On my back, thinking about all the times I messed up.

On my stomach, crying into a pillow.

On my mind...On my mind...     

 

The knife is on my wrist.

I am on the floor.

In my mind...In my mind...

"Just do it..." The voices in my head screams.

Just do it...Just do it...

 

The tears; in my eyes.

The blade; on my wrist.

You; in, on, are my mind.

"I love you" the voices whisper.

It’s in my heart.

It’s on my mind.

 

I wear it on my sleeve.

I plaster it on my face.

Hoping, maybe, you’ll believe me again.

 

The blade; still on my wrist.

The tears; still in my eyes.

You; will always be in, on, my mind.

 

Then…Why can’t I do it.

*Slice…*

I watch as my blood drips on the rug.

Every drop, a remembrance to you.

Every tear, a stain on my soul.

 

A stain, a scar, a rip?

What is it that you left?

The good and the bad

Made up to nothing more than this.

Author's Note

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