The Blood & The Bones

all I am is poetry

run on sentences

outside the lines

on tear stained notebook pages

and months wasted waiting

all I am is regret and hope

dull blades..soft porn

and bloody sheets

a lie detector writing

thrown away letters

with steady hands and fleeing feet

all I am is rejection and redemption

and wishes to kiss him

damaged goods and bloodshot eyes

an Indian giver of unrequited love

and half hearted goodbyes

all I am is his

and poetry

LL~

the blood & the bones