warning: mentions suicide. please don't read if it affects you, and i am so sorry if it does.

***

you carry your memories
in your veins.

you remember with every
heartbeat, you cannot stop.

every time your blood pushes
through your lungs, you see me.

every time your fingers slip
and scratch, deeply, you feel me.

i am held carefully, furiously,
in metallic crimson hands.

you carry your memories
in your veins.

when you bite your lip too hard,
and darkness drips, you miss me.

i am tucked beneath your nails.
i am sleeping in your navel.

you remember me everywhere
because your blood is everywhere.

you carry your memories
in your veins.

if i had known how you thought
of me, maybe i wouldn't have left.

maybe i was meant to see you
this way, to realise my mistake.

but it's too late, because you
don't want to remember anymore.

you are sick of seeing me, feeling me.
you don't want to miss me, but you do.

you carry your memories
in your veins.

if my smile and my eyes are in
your blood, but you don't want them -

if my words and my heart are in
your blood, get rid of it.

and that's what you think you should
do. you try to get rid of your blood.

bit by bit, and it falls so often, wrists
stained with memories -

and i cannot stop you.
and i cannot stop you.

you carried my memory
in your veins.