Blood on the Page - Poem

I was going to bleed all over the page here for you as a good poet should.

Good poets are adept at confessing things to their audience that no one really wants to hear.

When a soul confesses their life, though, it is okay and acceptable all of a sudden.

I was going to spill my soul in between the lines.

Allow every vowel to have a piece of it.

The odd lines can have my good deeds, and the even lines can have my bad deeds.

Or maybe I can randomly spill my soul all over the place.

The beginning of this will have the most.

I was going tell you all of me with these wicked words.

These disgusting, sick thoughts and ideas that I had.

To allow you to see inside my mind and that there are things that go on in there that I don’t want you to know.

Wicked, disgusting, sick things.

I was going to expose each lost secret I kept, each guarded dream I had.

Through the years, I have kept things to myself and never told anyone about them.

I had hopes in my life of what I was going to be.

I was going to tell you all of that.

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