My Journal Bleeds : 2010
My journal bleeds from wounds inflicted by my hand that was trying to free emotions inflicted upon my heart by your soul. Scars from pages written on and torn out and squashed and thrown against the wall. I went through it all. With you. I heard the way ‘I love you’ sounds when harmonized with lies. It drowns emotion and cuts off feeling and prolongs the healing when eventually your lies become something more evident than drinking and getting drunk on wine from three nights ago. I waited up. You took your time. I know what waiting feels like. It feels like living and knowing you’ll die but not knowing when. It feels like life. I didn’t need more life than I already had. Leave now. Or maybe I will. Maybe I’ll just leave us both. And maybe you wont have to wait.
The pages from my journal bleed still
I took a match and put them out of their misery
I threw this page out of a burning building
I hope it never reaches you
I hope it does
I hope it burns your soul
The one that hurt my heart
The heart that made my journal bleed.
© 2011 Megan Lucas
