The Blood On My Lips

February 10, 2018
By Anonymous

Why it started I'm not so sure
But it had to do with me, and you, and us
It was a reminder of the pain the guilt the regret
Of all that encompassed those two nights
I would smile at the ink on your hands and your beautiful way of escaping away from a modern life
But now I have an ink of my own
Crimson beads salty with regret
I tap my finger on my lips to check if my internall pain is still visible
The blood spreads across my finger print and across my identity
The sorrow of those smears write my story

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