For you

And all the time I mean it

as I cut the wrods in red

Pieces are falling

I knew you were in my head

I whisper thank you

As you said the things you say

Unaware

always unaware

maybe I like it that way

Feeling in the dark reaching out desperately for your hand

I know it

In the dark

When I feel it

Coming towards me..

Cut knees, Falling. Failing to land on my feet

Who really cares if the scared girl, Gets another cut on her knee

And I am blindly reaching for a soul that feeds

The light in me to overwelm the darkness

And you are no where to be seen

I knew you

The first time

Naked and Unbound

and you knew me the last time as I licked your wounds clean

And It is our tears that sting the worst

It is our fears that haunt

And it is your hopes that worry me..when they flaunt

When they flunder

I am left apoligizing for the blunder

you are my friend

or maybe more or maybe not

Who is keeping score

Under the dark sheets of dark skin, That pierces bleeds, that stains.

I let you in.

But you are to only know..

only you.

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Just a poem. For you. AND Whom ever else reads it. But Poems are just that poems.:)

Or are they?