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Monday, August 15, 2011

Melinda & Dakota

Rating: 5.0
Five days,
without your voice whispering in my ears.
What's to stop me now...
I sit surrounded by memories,
casted as shadows on the walls.
I could care less about my well being,
I'd worry more about yours.
I've got the candles lit,
I've got my supplies.
Burn marks sparkle by the dim lighting,
it's almost magical.
I lean my head back, and close my eyes.
My heart drops to my stomach...
I see you.
I see thing's we've done.
From one embrace to another,
from the first to the last kiss.
Each lie ringing in my ears.
I desired only your happiness,
not mine.
Maybe that's where the mistakes had fallen.
I open my eyes,
aware of the tears bleeding from my eyes.
I'm me again.
I've awoken after months of sleep.
Looking through her eyes once again,
I feel as much pain as I had before.
I look down to see my chest bleeding.
My heart....falls into my lap.
She used to love this feeling,
I used to.
Melinda's eyes are so clouded,
not a single voice would peirce her ears.
I couldn't stop myself from pulling a blade across my flesh,
leaving such ugly scars.
I watch as she singlely counts every pill.
20....23...25..
Thirty would have killed her,
had she not given in the time before last.
I almost admire her,
for trying again.
I look at her wrist,
and see the tattoo she bares.
A music note, with initials curled in.
It's hardly visible,
so covered in blood.
I stay up all night,
to see what happens.
Morning comes,
and she lays there,
covered in vomit and blood.
As if she hasn't been here before.
I look at the tattoo on my wrist,
and begin to cry.
Dakota Ellerton
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