Cold night in Upton Park

you let the blood run dry

 

you could’ve stopped it

 

but

you never caused it

you never caused

the wound

you never asked me

to pour it

 

so i guess

it was never your responsibility

 

but you stood there

 

you watched

 

you held my hand

and whispered

so sweetly

 

and I cut me

so deeply

to show you my love

 

i opened myself up

i wanted you to see

how bright it was

how fast it ran

for you

my blood

 

i shoulda realised

i left myself empty

and blood’s better

in

than

out

 

i shoulda shown you

through my adult actions

how your love drove the blood

that made me

run

that made me

bright

now I’ve bled me dry

 

i

could’ve stopped it

 

i

caused the wound

 

i poured it

 

and my blood’s no good

by you

in the street

by your feet

running down

into the drain

past the chicken bones

past the dead mice twitching on the glue trap

 

sure the light reflects

in the crimson

and that’s nice

on a cold night in upton park

but that’s not a life.

Published by DAP

comix and zine fan and artist. DAP x

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