Blue Wound

This is an older piece of mine.

There was this wound.

It bled blue.

Always dripping.

Leaving a trail of my whereabouts.

it was due to this boy.

Finally I managed to build up a clot.

I swore I'd never give a part of myself away again.

Never bled myself away.

Life proved me wrong.

The promise of not letting anyone in broke,

just like my friends said it would.

Before I knew it you were in my heart.

I should have kicked you out from the start.

But you already had me believing.

Maybe I could be whole again.

But no.

You proved me right.

It's not worth it to give any part of yourself to someone.

They will just take it and break it.

You've moved on and I'm stuck here bleeding.

Its a mixture of reds, blues and blacks.

Red for my anger.

Sadness represented by blue.

Black simply the deadly combination of love and hate.

This is my fate.

to bleed and bleed.

Till blood is all I can see.

Leaving a trace of my whereabouts for others eyes.

Once again it is due to a boy.

Once again I swear I won't let anyone else in.

This time life won't prove me wrong.

Author's Note

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