Pov.

By Safoorah Aafreen

I feel as if I'm being ripped as she writes

The pen digging into me

I know she means to be gentle

That's all she's ever wanted to be

The pen’s being digged into me

But, instead of feeling ink

I feel her tears as they soften me

I feel her blood as it stains me

Her blood and tears overpowering the feeling of ink that was being scarred onto me

He was the blood in her poems

He was the blood in her words

Everyone around her were the blood in her words

No one ever found out

That’s how it was supposed to be

Yet, she was the one bleeding.

By Safoorah Aafreen