If you look closely
you will find traces
of blood and heart
in every single poem
I write for you and
unless you transfuse
the gifts back
there is a possibility
I may die of anaemia.

~

Tonight, I am unable to type much, so I’ll leave you with an exquisite French phrase: “la douleur exquise” and if you’re looking for a high, listen to Beth Hart’s ‘If I Tell You I Love You’.

Here’s to addictions of a different kind! Have a good night.

~