Old habits never die, only lay dormant

You know, no matter how hard you try, you can never get rid of any habit you had, they only lay dormant.

Well, since its been about a year since I have wrote anything, I figure I might as well as have a come back, which here is my most recent poem, it has no name as of now.

The blood that flows down my arm,

From open veins,

Pours into the goblet,

From which you drink,

I make this elixir,

Which comes from myself,

To show the pain I can endure,

The bloodloss I can sustain,

For you,

To show what flows in these veins,

And you are the same,

You are what flows through this body,

Once you leave it will be left empty,

Dry,

Brittle,

And when everything flows again,

You will come back,

To drink again,

Leave me dry and brittle,

Once a again,

And I accept this,

For the love I have for you.

Hope you all enjoy this small come back from me, and while I have stopped writing in here all this time, I have written more poems. Which I may or may not post, just enjoy what I do post.