Those impromptu and beautiful po

      (一）

I pricked my thumb for you.

I bled profusely all for you.

I wanted you to understand my passion,

what I mean when I say

I can’t express how I feel about you.

I sliced my hand when my thumb wasn’t enough.

I wiped the blood on a page of my journal,

ripped it out,

and handed it to you.

I thought you would love me more then.

You called me names and shouted

and I cried with a still gushing hand

and smeared the blood on your carpet.

Now you’ll have to remember me forever.

（二）

"When you text me, I can't seem to open the text fast enough to read it.

When you call me, I fumble my phone in a rush to answer.

When I talk to you on the phone, I want to reach through and caress your beautiful face.

When there's silence on the phone, I want your phone to be my lips kissing your ear.

When you speak, the rest of the World is silent to me.

When we hang up, I stare at your name on my phone and I smile.

So before I close my eyes to begin my sweet dreams of you, I hold my phone close to my heart, and hope that all my love for you will keep us connected."

Those impromptu and beautiful poems