Bleeding Poetry


My mind is blank

Unlike the canvas of our love

Staring at the piece we created

I’m unsure of the result

Colors swept across the page

Overlays of colors

And complicated senses

Damaged hearts

Created beautiful art

Though if breaking this way

Is the only way art is made?

No longer call me an artist

Because it’s not worth the pain

The tears we cried damp the paper

The written words of I love you

And the drawing of our names fade

All I see is a dark fog

I haven’t been in this place for months

Sometimes I feel this way for an hour

But its been days

This must filling my brain with dust

My body is something I terrorize

But I fight to give it love

The thoughts have began to grow

Taunting the way I feel

Overtaking the way I move

Each venom injection

That is released into my thumb

Makes its way through my veins

It carries me on

There is this gaping lack of emotion

A place I cannot feel

Where all of me is numb

But yet my tears still fall

The pain is substantial

But who you are to me grows beyond the trees

I’m scared this cut may not close

As I feel you so deeply

Each silent moment

The read messages and unanswered calls

Pushes me down the rabbit hole where I continue to fall

I don’t need help to be okay

But to be okay together has become my dream

To a sleepless night and a tear soaked pillow

I’ll continue to think of each night we talked

Each morning I woke up to your voice on my phone

Each laugh we shared

And the compassion we gathered

In all theses words of saying I love you

Through the lips of the pen

Poetry kisses the paper

Bleeding my love again


-Hanna Darlene

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