i keep bleeding

down my wrist and

out of my heart,

the red liquid flowing out of me

with love and with hatred,

both a passion i can't get over.

all for me and

all for you,

i bleed.

with my arms pouring

and my heart swelling, trying to keep as much of it in as it can,

i find myself falling in love with you,

because you're good to me. and i

am learning how to love myself thanks to the process

(even if it's just one step

at a time)