i bleed

i bleed in blue

and show you

everything i want you

to see.

i talk about the

scrapes and bruises

that have scabbed

and barely left a

scratch

so you can think

that my heart is

not a puddle

of ugly red blood

and tangled feelings.

i write about the

little things

that occupy my mind

so that i do not go

there.

maybe if i pretend

it did not happen

it is not real.

the devil

that keeps me

up in the night

is an imposter

and my mind

is a curtain

i grasp

but do not open.

when i bleed in blue,

know that it is red

and purple and all the colors

of fear.