I’m no longer the owner of the blood within my veins,
it belongs to all the memories and the love that remains
running within my system, rushing towards my brain,
flooding it with recollections of your sweet talk
and the words I’ve been called,
Beautiful,
Caring,
Supportive,
Understanding,
A miracle,
Out of this world.
What have I done wrong to deserve losing the voice that once said these words to me?