Bleeding

My ceiling has the heavens written in it’s texture

Tempting and coaxing, I need it’s distraction

As I spin

Spin

Spin

And spiral

Out of control

Measure my sorrow in minutes of sleeplessness and multiply it by insecurity

The last time I read between the lines I found myself peering back

Holding a rope in one hand and a bottle in the other

Offering freedom, taunting and tempting

Loneliness left a splinter in my chest

I’ve been bleeding ever since

Shouldn’t this be deadly?

All this blood loss?

All this pain?

Broken

Empty

Alone

Speaking of things that won’t work:

This poem’s denying you a happy ending

Because it wanted you as much as it wanted me

Not at all