Monday, December 20, 2010

You bleed, I bleed

I catch your cologne lingering on my shoulder -

can still feel the coolness of your leather jacket against my cheek.

I tried, tried to soak up your sadness,

grab hold of your pain.

I held you as tight as I could -

and still felt you breaking into pieces.

When you bleed, I bleed.

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