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This ink is my blood

and I am still bleeding onto this page.

The blood flows more

when you love me the way you do.

I keep writing you poems

it seems like I’ve been bleeding more lately.

I can’t help myself

when there’s so much of me to put on a page.

I let you flood my thoughts

and the blood goes from a trickle

to a stream.

Words gush onto the page

at just the thought of your name

and I finally realize

that without you the ink would dry up.

I hadn’t felt anything in so long.

Thank you for making me bleed.