Red Stains On The Floor

I grab the knife and
I slice it
softly, against my skin. 

I feel it, 
I feel every part of the knife
I feel the pain

I remember him
I remember us
I cut deeper

The white floor
Suddenly turns red
I smile and cry 
all at the same time

I hear a noise
Footsteps, damn it
My family wasn't supposed to come home 

I hide everything 
I grab a towel and
clean the blood. 

I hide the fresh scars 
The hoodie does a great job 

My mother comes up, 
I fake a smile and she gives me a kiss. 

I never stopped since then.

Write A Poem

Wake up,
Open your eyes and let me in
Tell me that you've missed me
Write about me and tell everyone

Write about the way we sleep together,
Rhyme me with you
Make our love a story or better yet,
a poem

Be the light that shows me the way,
Become my guilty pleasure
And let me read our poem, 
every night.

Let me be your muse
And make the words dance
With every turn I take
Be the director and lead this orchestra

Forget about the part you left me
Avoid every sad detail that happened to us
Obviate our ending

And let the beauty of words, sink in.