People Like You Like People Like Me

People like me stand on the edges of bridges,
staring down,
watching the provocative swirling water reach out;
beckoning to heal,
to bury my heart at the bottom of the sea so I can be part of something.

People like me walk with nooses around our necks.
People like me beg that we can take no more,
so people like you can look back and blow on my wounds.
You heal me.
But people like you don’t just heal.

My blood fascinates you,
you bite again and watch it bubble,
warm, red, a little bit anemic,
and you wash yourself with this blood and tears that i have sacrificed for my sake,
Then you blow again.

Was it the delicateness of my neck?
The curve of my hip?
Was it my eyes?
Did they twinkle, one smaller than the other?
And when I smiled there was a gateway that told you there was more?

Was it me, how I spoke?
Thought?
Felt?
What made you violate me?