With Every Word Written in Blood

…not my art

She’d stabbed her own heart, don’t ask why!  And, used the blood that’s, dripping out of her heart, to writer herself the lessons she needed to learn.

With every word written in blood, she reminded herself, how the loves she’d found, wasn’t love at all, and, she’d started to, isolate herself, but it wasn’t long before, she felt that loneliness, creeping up into her life again, and she’d, longed for a loving companion…

not my sketch.

With every word written in blood, she still hadn’t learned that hard lesson yet, that, is why she kept, stabbing herself in the chest over, over, and over, because she still had yet to learn that lesson her heart’s trying to teach to her!

With every word written in blood, I’d, carved out, your epitaph, and, as the tears came to my eyes, the words I’d written in blood, became, blurred, and I couldn’t see anymore………

With every word written in blood, she was sure, that that, was the last time she’ll ever experience the hurt, and yet, she just, keeps on, writing the words in her life, with blood………

 not my photo…