I Bleed

When you stop smiling,

I bleed,

When you don’t let the breeze touch your hair, amazing,

I bleed.

 

I do lose blood when my eyes starve for days,

Being unable to see the beauty of yours,

The words on loveliness fail consoling me that Marvell says,

What can I do? You are my end, you are my source.

 

Not all blood should be necessarily red,

When I bleed it feels like I’m implicitly dead!