my eyes see your life.

my pen bleeds of your pain. as I dip it into your heart
your blood weaves my words- and your tears
/bring to life a picture

my fingers trace your spine- tapping your memories
as my hand creates a miracle.
life- in letters. spread upon a portrait of emotion
mountains of metaphors and [broken] hearts
and my lips can taste your soul

through my veins- pulse a gift [from -me-to- you]
as I trap time in my hands. and you can feel forever
in the beat of my heart, and in the stroke of my brush
upon a papered world- ink to my flesh
and you can watch the world create tomorrow
within the blink of an eye

you see my life through your eyes.

and you bleed of my pain. as I rip you to [shreds]
with an image of what.could've.been-
dreams laid to rest within the confines of a notebook
and my heart stains my sleeve

teardrops/ in harmonic precision- listen to my letters
a brink of delusion. just jump and we'll kiss the stars
maybe graze what is.

and in the end- if you can feel me in your blood
and taste what I've created.
burn with my pain


then my job is done

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