Bleed Ink

When you don't see me 

I bleed 

When you are distracted by your own mind 

I open my skin and bleed ink 

For all the letters I write for you but will never send 

Once upon a time it was what made me smile 

The idea of you reading my feelings 

The thought of your hands and the paper I chose

And your eyes drinking the ink and poetry of my words  

The thousands letters and notes 

The small flower drawn on the corner 

And it absurdly intensifies my need 

My need to feel more and give it all away 

My need for more ink 

And more paper 

And more words or pain 

To play and pray for a catharsis that never comes 

And now 

Hiding in plain sight 

I write 

And cry 

And bleed ink