a cryptic girl

i can’t do this.

blood is constantly flowing out me,

but i didn’t expect it to change from red

to a colour i don’t recognize.

i don’t recognize you,

i don’t recognize me.

why can’t the wounds stay the same?

i don’t need a bandage,

i don’t need gold.

why can’t you just let me keep my silver coin in my pocket?

why can’t you let me get lost?

i don’t want a map to a place i’ve never been to.

i don’t want a better version of my mundane puzzle pieces;

rocks that keep all my flesh sewn together.

you stabbed a knife through the smallest veins of my heart.

i lived

but now i have to live

without a way to decipher the pain,

and isn’t that a terrible fate…