No Love Any Longer Poem by Resa Lynn

And just today,
I stared at my wrist.

Blood ran cold, descending to the floor.
I couldn't believe the past arose.

It started because of fear.
Fear of being alone, scared; lost.
But then it turned to an action.
A need, but not an addiction.

Love made it only worse.
Thinking maybe he would care.

But of course not;
He only made me want it more.
A craving; lust, pure lust.

But love soon turned to hatred.
He left me, and made me even more scared.
But I swore to not cut.
I promised.

But that promise ran up.


Now today,
I stare at my wrist.

Blood ran cold, descending to the floor.
I couldn't believe the past arose.

She's going to hate me for it.
But it's my way of expressing my anger,
My fear.

I don't do it for help-
Nore is it a want.
But it's my self-reminder
Of my current life.

12-03-09