Blood by Merriam AlFuhaid

I met you

And my first taste of punishment

For the person I became

I was an abstract concept

An unacceptable idea

Until I was

Accountable

Before your eyes and their standards

I have never seen

Please

I understood why I did everything

And never realized you would not

I understand who I am

And I am not ashamed

But wordlessly you ask me

To regret myself.

And I should stand strong

But instead I kiss your lips

And taste my own blood.

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