In the long scheme of things
I hope you brought cups
and buckets
and bathtubs
for my blood.
I hope you love the color
red.
I hope you like crimson and how
warm it all feels.
It's fresh,
I promise.
Every time you've asked,
I've bled for you.
It's only blood.
I just wonder
constantly
in the back of my head
how much blood can one person bleed?
When have I bled enough?
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
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