Hungry for pain, but I starve for your attention. Blinded for sight but I invisioned your beauty. Deaf for sound but I hear your cries out loud. I am not perfect but I do not try to be. Is it wrong for me to bleed this way? Crimson tears bleed from porcelain veins. Sew my lips shut until I become a faceless mute. Pound my ears until I become a bleeding deaf. Let me tear my heart out for you. It's what you wanted isn't it? This beating drum of my emotions. Oh, you just wanted to watch me fall to your feet, in a bitter defeat.
These endless tears I cried for you while laying awake listening to the deafening silence--they absorb my fears and sorrow. Your words written on a slip of paper hidden beneath my door bring some comfort to the darkness. My failing heart which lays beneath the covers of eternal heartache--finds itself mending beneath your hands. Yet you treat me like you do and I find myself cowering from sight. Hidden.
