you could be as sweet as ever (melt in the
rain like cotton candy on the tip of my tongue)
but even sweetness won't let me forget the fact(s)
that i ble(e)d (almost) every day for you (the taste
of iron in my mouth almost just as sweet).
and today, i went to the place where i admitted
that you had changed. and where we planned
on meeting each other so many months ago.
as if the memories weren't enough, each scar is
a reminder of what i do to myself just for you.
i hope i don't break (down and cry, scratch
at my wrists) when i see you again.
July 10, 2006
author's note: i hate fictionpress sometimes. but yeah, i went to the softball field... & i felt it coming back. overall, i don't like the piece, the title, or the format but what can i say? things can't (always) be perfect.