Human blood is cheaper than
the ink it takes to print
these words—
and just when i thought
some part of me might have
some worth,
a reason to spill black across a page
and to keep rivers of red running
under my paper-white skin...
but my words have more value that what's
keeping my heart beating and even as
i'm screaming, there's no one out there listening.
So maybe you'll understand if
you happen across red outside the confines
of my fragile veins— please realize
i'm just trying to repay all the money i wasted
writing one thousand different "goodbye"s