28 April 2012


You suck the sorrow
Like a leach.
Like you're
Taking out the disease.
Like it will make me happy.
As if I'll smile over a bloody welt.

You take it out
Like a vampire.
Out of my veins.
Out of my arteries.
Out of my pulse.
You don't care if I smile.

You use pain
Like a tool.
Every scar, a screw.
Each injury,
A quarter turn of the wrench.
Tighter and tighter,
Smiling at your repairs.

Yeah, I'm not sure about this one. I just had to write something. I missed yesterday (NaPoWriMo) The idea did come from one line in Adele's Rolling in the Deep.
"Turn my sorrow into treasured gold."

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