Every time I write I bleed You

I’ve tried different pens

Varied the colors of the ink

Changed the style of the words

Hoping they’d appear different

Somehow I would figure out a trick

*

Every time my fingers prepared to write

Your face continued to come through

And all my brain could do was

Gush out tiny letters

That bled through my fingertips

Reliving moments that I shared with you

*

All of my efforts have been useless

I’ve given up and finally succumbed

Your love still courses through my veins

Even in the sweat beads in my palms

*

There’s nothing that I can do

I am helpless

Every-time I write

I continue to bleed you

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