tonight i will write

tonight i will write
a poem to be right
to avoid the fight

but how i will?
ur tears r with u
and i hv no ink
my ink was
tears of u
tears of ur blood
which i pricked...

i enjoyed
with the falling drops
i never come
to kiss ur tears
but to drink ur blood

u very well understood me
i wanted to make
u cry, bleed

But

those were mine also
u forget that...