Bleeding You Away

Bleeding You Away

Isn’t someone missing me?
The one I tell my secrets to.
The hidden land in the reaches of my mirror,
perfection I can never touch,
never hold in my hand.
You hide in the shadows,
with my heart in your hand
still beating,
gushing blood with every heartbeat.
I want to scream to the heavens,
to open up my veins to the darkness in my soul.
Is it so wrong to want to bleed you from me?
I want your song gone from my lips,
the feel of you to leave my skin.
Am I wrong to want to hide away,
to smother my soul in the night of eternity?
The night falls on my tear-stained soul,
and I hide my broken eyes behind my façade.
I am not afraid of being something you despise,
I just need to keep myself from bleeding dry.
There is no sympathy in the empty socket
where your heart should lie.
Nothing but the black thorns of indignity,
like I pricked my finger on the spinning wheel,
with the spider-webs of anger flowing from my veins
and the star-lit sky coming closer to my outstretched hands.
I want the moonlight,
twirling through the portals of my eyes,
captured in the grasp of my curling fingers.
Part the sea for me for I am leaving,
leaving you far behind me.
I wish not to remember sweet words,
like the crisp juice of the apple we shared.
I wish instead, to bleed you away,
to see you running from me like a river,
streaming through my open hands,
like silken scarves I wish to lose.