the harm & the bleeding

internal bleeding. they don’t call it that but it is. once a month but not really. pours down and reminds of the damage. red that’s not from your deepest wounds but might as well be. the pain from both is excruciating.

the city streets are pretty but that’s all lately. getting tired of a place where you aren’t beside me. tired of everything. knowing I’ve hurt you but only wanting your arms. hold me closer while I bleed. I promise I can love you better than I have been.

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