Blood Donor

A Poem by Sam

You say you've changed,
You've developed a greater emotional range,
I feel you've taken to the stage,
A closed book, I cannot turn the page.

Roles may have reversed
Now it's me that's perverse,
It doesn't fit you being reserved,
If you say nothing,
I guess I can write myself
A bigger part than I deserve.

This biege room holds no memory,
But these sheets cling to me like a Mother,
Why do I bother when you're elsewhere?
Harpoon me a look that says you care,
Crucify me above this bed,
I am your cross to bear.
Let my blood seep down the wall,
Drench the pillows,
And slither into your mouth,
Let the slimey haemaglobin
Run amock inside you,
This is where I should reside,
No this is where I belong.