Pieces of me

I haven't shared a poem in a month of posts. So here's one, unlike how I usually do by reaching in my vessel of works, that I just wrote today:

Iodine Love

i opened my veins
and bled my love for you
you tasted me
and it scared you
that you could bleed
for me too.
seven times seven
my wounds washed
in your ocean's contemptous waves
and i bled
and bled
from every word you'd say.
i bled
a sea of errors
from my eyes
but you'd turn your head
the other way.
you knew
as long as you held my gaze
you'd be nursing
an open wound too.

By Janae