Creative Corner

I’m Only Suffering For You


Screaming from the outside of an open door

I’m coughing up blood but I’m asking for more

With every scratch and blow and kick and punch

Nothing’s more exciting than the way my ribs crunch

So I’ll take your throws, your words, your dirty secrets

And if you give me your heart, I promise I’ll keep it





Her words dripped like blood

And they left stains on my skin

They soaked right through

To where my heart should have been

But of course, I had hidden it

In decades’ past

I had to, if I expected

Such a fragile thing to last

So the stains were just stains

Easily removed

Although the blood-words in my chest

Would take a little more time

She wanted me to find my heart again

But I had lost it long before she had come.