Ink

by Little.Latina

Raw feelings, messy poetry, ink-stained blood.

1. Chapter 1

I remember not

(yes, I do)

I fear not

(yes, I do)

I ache not

(yes, I do)

I cry not

(yes, I do; every night)

I need you not

(yes, I do)

I lie not

(yes, I do; all the time)

I breathe not

(yes, I still do)

I died in your arms;

You died in mine.

I remember not

(yes, I do)