Ari_54

Don’t be cruel.

or is pain something only just you dine on?

Did you always?

I scraped with splinters.

You asked too much.

You slept in love and warmth.

You burned like a match.

You turned away.

I closed my eyes.

Am I not enough,

You were everything.

or always too much?

And nothing I could hold.

You saw yourself in me—

That’s what frightens me most.

But I’m not your mirror.

Are you not?

I’m not you.

But it's me your shadow carries.

Not a child.

Not alive.

Not gone either.

Although you shouldn't  have been at all.

Then who am I?

Something I have never known

You haven’t even tried.

So tell me—

We've been here before.

What color,

else than red,

Did you expect I'll bleed?

One which won't spoil,

The sheets.