blink

a needle
in my
eye
distrupts my
otherwise
perfect
vision,
tears of blood
are collected
at my chin,
and saved away for a later use.
blinking
only once,
I could barely
make your face
out through
my bloody tears,
sobbing
uncontrollably
as you left me to
fend for
myself.
and as I lay,
alone, in my tears,
and in my blood,
in my
worthlessness and self-pity,
I only hoped
someday
you'd come back to me.

May 15, 2005