Bleeding you 

My pen ran out of ink and I’ve substituted blood.  Bleeding your name all over the page.

I write in my sleep and wake with blood stained hands and haunted images of your presence in my mind, my bed, my body.   I am not ready to exorcise you.  Not while I crave the pain you bring me.  I’d bleed willingly for one more minute.
I’m in love with a ghost.  

 

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