The Blood

The blood cleanses my palate,
washing away the rotten taste left behind from the lies I have told to keep my life.
It flushes the acrid taste out of my mouth from the lies I have been forced to swallow.
Many lies from many men.
The worst liar being the one I worship the one who means everything to me.
Even still at this moment I worry about him and his life.
The pain is fading slowly,
the blood helps me forget,
brings me to another realm,
releases me for one glorious moment.
I live for these moments.
I am only able to steal them from time to time,
hidden from the world I slowly pull the blade across my flesh,
waiting impatiently for the tiny river to flow.
These cuts were meant for you once now it's only for me,
for my pleasure.
The pleasure of watching, tasting, and fleeing from what my life has become.
I will take control.
The blood gives me the strength I need to fight this battle.
There will be a time when I feel something other than pain again.
There will be a time when I'll fall in love again.
Now that I know my love resides not in your being any longer,
I must find a new home,
one that will withstand all that I can give,
one who will be stronger than me in the end.
No more weak men for me.