He told me he loved me
and when I turned away he ran to me,
dropped to his knees in front of me and said he was sorry,
grabbed me and pulled me close to him,
buried his face into my stomach,
pleaded for my love,
pleaded for me to not give up on him.
And the blood began dripping from my wrists,
my hand is his hair trying to comfort him,
I watched as it seeped into his hair.
I dropped to my knees.
I pulled him close and held him,
but I felt nothing.
I watched the blood stain his clothes.
He told me he loves me.
I said nothing.
He opened his eyes,
He began wrapping one of my arms in his shirt.
And I raised my hand to his cheek to comfort him,
caressed it and said:
“I love for you,”
“I hurt for you,”
“I bleed for you.”
He held me in his arms
And I closed my eyes.
I felt nothing.
And soon after I was nothing.