Died A Thousand Times - By an angst black poet

I was shaving my legs today.

Nicked myself.

Blood came out.

It didn't gush out.

Instead it seep out slowly, like the tears that seep out of my eyes for you.

When I was with you I felt like I was in jail.

No!

More like I was burning in hell.

Because when I was with you,

I'd cried a thousand cries,

Lived a thousand lives,

Died a thousand times.

When we made love,

You tried to kill me with your penis.

I wish you had.

But

I would have died

Just another time.

Don't mind me though.

Because these are just words from an angst black poet.