what i found in my headspace

tonight, i feel like
cutting me open again.
maybe this time, i

will bleed the right shade
of red for you to really
understand what i

mean by, "i can feel
you moving in my veins," and,
"it hurts this time." i

think tomorrow, i
will feel like lighting up a
candle, or even

a cigarette (i
don't even smoke) to make you
see that i still want

you i still want you
i still want you i still want
you i still need you.