Ink Love Letters
Write your name on the line, short and sloppy.
Another obsession I’ll soon be over.
I just have to get you out of my system.
Blood oozing from my fingertips as I scribble down my sins.
Yours mingle in, a darker shade of red on the marbled bathroom floor.
Your screams echo like symphonies as the smile digs into my face,
Memories burning my face as they fall as tears.
Blood drips on the porcelain sink, mingling with the left-over water droplets.
My reflection mocks me as I scrub at my veins,
Trying to get your blood off me and making myself bleed in the process.
I wrote love letters on the palms of your hands
But you smudged my emotions while touching other things,
Mindless of the pain you were causing.
Bruises and stitches.
Band-aids and heartache.
I’ve had enough.
I’ll get past these glittering memories that sparkle
Like gold in the nostalgia’s blinding light.
I’ll get you out of my system.
Even if I have to bleed out to do it.