how did it come to this?
20060203,
03:11
i died the day you came into my arms and continue dying with each breath that you direct at me; each glance; each fleeting touch. i bleed tears for you. night after night of your embrace and yet i find my face awash with blood tears that sting my skin and run rivers down to the gorge that is my heart. my body is a living wound. where your lips graze my skin yawning cuts that throb - that opens me up to a world of pain - appear: on my forehead, my cheeks, neck, stomach and onward down in steady progression.
