But Then You Smiled.He walks along to the side of the bed,More Like This
As I open up the razor's edge-
The blade in my pocket.
You should have held count.
One was missing
And you never would have found out.
Until the sting
Of where you could touch
The thought of my blood is just too much.
But then you laugh.
And then you smile.
You pulled me close
And held me for such a long while.
To feel your warmth
Against my own;
It's so much better
Than the red ringlets I thought to don
My flesh is bare; My flesh is pale.
My flesh is clean.
There are no rubies to be seen.
But the moment you've gone,
And I'm the only one;
I'll return it to the rest.
I know it's for the best.
I welcome y
Need to BleedSix months.More Like This
It had been six months since she’d found him in January of their senior year of high school, alone and bleeding in an alley off of their town’s main strip of shops. She was the only person who’d dared to approach him. “David?” she had spoken tentatively, and he’d just groaned as his head lolled to the side, murmuring a weak “go away” and shutting his eyes to block out the world. She’d been terrified. He was the “bad boy” in town, that troubled kid who got into trouble and always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, doing the wrong things. Emelie had b