looking at the very thing that makes me live but bleeds me dry.
and i believed i can go on staring...
moment by moment...
willing the earth to reverse its turn
til things are back to the way they were...
when this wound was still closed up
and not a drop of me has bled.
and i thought i can go on looking,
without blinking...
although leaking...
at the very thing that makes me live...
...but i no longer can...
he has bled me dry.
photo credit: from the web
start:08.29.09
end: 09.04.09
(when it sort of/almost kills...)
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