My Blood is Green

My Blood is Green

Lbena T-Michael

I think it’s sorta poetic to know

you’ll never hear these words

fall on the drums contained by your ears.

And the love I had for you once has faded -

months,

and months,

and months ago.

I remember yelling;

I was conflicted,

ashamed,

but my perspective shifted.

Free from my anxieties,

yet still tied to these thoughts.

You see, I’m only human -

I suppose.

Letting your guard down makes you weak,

weakened by the thought of you leaving.

Now I’m stuck here grieving -

no shadow of a doubt,

I’m bleeding out green,

because ever wanting more from you

is just greed.

I see, now

Therefore, I concede...

My Blood is Green.