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It is so very easy
To open these veins
When love runs
Deeper than blood

©FaerieFoxPoetry
leeaaun Mar 2021
i am never gonna cry in the rain,
as i can show the world
who has hurt me and let me bleed pain
just the way you never cared
either if someone will watch you
tormenting my blood, flesh and bones
i will not stop telling my saga to those
who need courage to get out of that love
which is just a fake illusion
as souls like me deserve love whose
stars shine on the sky
you deserve more
Alicia Moore Feb 2021
Her healing smile shines bright,
yet my wound reopens in this light.
I begin to bleed,
a flow so heavy I feel my head spin...
I cannot be freed if her faux grin is not exiled.
Nylee Feb 2021
Go
Jet set
Let's leave
Leaving no trace behind
Like we never existed.

Let's escape to another world
It is not strange
If we stayed any longer
We'd bleed out
sweat, dreams and blood,
eventually like all others do.
Ruheen Jan 2021
~
Here I am;
Guessing and
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings spill out
In front of me.

Carved my skin
A little thin
From my heart to my hands.
Then my nails dug in
A little deep.

Here I am;
In the sand,
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings make patterns
On the ground.

~
Well...Hi!
Flame Jan 2021
Cut, cut until I bleed,
Watch the blood flow out,
I feel
Relieved

Filled with hunger,
High with greed,
The blood is the water
And the knife is the seed

Watch, watch in silence,
Intrigued
At how the pain transforms into
An inescapable need

And now, now,
I am a fiend
Red marks all over my body,
I can tell you’re displeased

Come on, come on,
Baby please,
What else was I to do
When you ignored my screams
Påłpëbŕå Dec 2020
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You cut me

so deep

even stitches

couldn't seal

and now

words bleed

from wounds

that can't heal.
[K]
Paul Idiaghe Dec 2020
Done, ends stitched in a seam—set
to be worn over yourself.
A stain so bright, you sparkle.
Too far forward to flip. The sipper,
the straw, the soda. Bleeding ink
every blink, but still brimming.
Ripped apart like a rainbow.
A love letter to life still
in the works.

So dead you’re divine.
Only visible in the love-light.
Weird as a plant that bites
the bully, as a phlox
sprouting through sand.
Wingless like wind, fin-less
like a fluid. Lost but
listening to your own heart.
Found.
after Sylvia Plath
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