Bleeding Myself Dry

I told you, “For you I’d bleed myself dry.”I bled the whole time. From the wrists; from the heart; from the mind. I bled everything I had for you. What did I get in return?

Everything. Everything I’d ever wanted was right there in my  arms. I’d still bleed myself dry and the author doesn’t know half the meaning. You know half the meaning. And I know the other half. Because half of me and half of you belong together. But what about the other halves of us? 

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