All I See, I Am
All I see is red
A constant pour
But I can’t tell if its mine
or yours
A corpse
Nearly indistinguishable
Lies unresponsive
Faint
But I found a pulse
of the broken-hearted girl
Bruised and bloodstained
But I am a girl worth living
My existence is more valuable
Than your conditioned remorse
The blurred memories of who I once was
before you
will always linger
A potential death induced by loving you
Simply another victim of unrequited love
By loving myself
I became the woman I needed the most
A faded love story, revived and rewritten
by my own hands
Bleu Jaye is a senior at Virginia Wesleyan University, who is majoring in psychology with a minor in English. Despite already being a published poet of self-love poetry, she aspires to also become an author of short fiction stories one day.