Blood swells into pearls of claret

So much from so little.

      Thin red lines, imperceptible

Yet my head tips.

Nothing more beautiful than a smudge of crimson

      A pair of green eyes

I wanted you

But through it all you overthought and worried

      Planned yourself into anxiety

Words should flow

Like lips

Like love

I wanted to sleep with you

      But now just parallel lines

Decorating my side

Damn I loved you

Before you unwound and hurt all that touched you

I don’t need motivation, just,

      Expectation

But now just pearls of what throbs within

Stemming from these numb lines.