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Love tastes like blood today,

warm, salty, a metallic tang that makes teeth twinge.  

I bite harder on my tongue; welcoming the pain it brings, smile firmly fixed in place.  

It is a small distraction,

welcome relief from the soreness of my soul.  

"Unrequited love is the pits." sneaks through my mind

as I stare at you, hunger throbbing deep in my belly, growling and rolling inside of me.  

One of these days, I whisper weakly to myself, one of these days I will break free.  

I worry that I am beginning to enjoy bleeding like this about you.  

Wondering why you can't see this love of mine is killing me and measuring how much of my blood I will taste until that day comes.  

I had to take my heart back from your safekeeping.  

You shattered it as casually as a child tosses a pebble at a window, unknowing and uncaring of the potential damage.  

You splintered my hard won calm before I was ready.  

I picked up the slivers that day, watching my fingers bleed from imaginary minute cuts and cradled my pieces, desperately planning how to come back from that hurtful place.  

My love tastes like my blood today and I think I am becoming addicted to the taste.