While searching for my extra zippo flints i found something i scratched on a piece of notebook paper a long long time ago under bloodshot eyes and a dry-heaving heart:






I couldn't cry (you out)
   you were deeper than my eyes

            I had to bleed.
              even the blood wouldn't come

      At first


I pushed harder--purged deeper
        slowly
    a drop formed        very dark almost black
      I kept cutting

I cried and bled    afraid I couldn't reach    you
    then in the pain a release
                I freed (me from) you
bandaged
covered
sealed          you can't come back



        curiosity made me look again

      a wound unhealed, uncovered
        I touched it
        You touched it first      crawled back in    straight to my blood
                      deeper than before

I can't bleed (you out)