a poem that i wrote which is wickedly dark
crimson tears from my wrist because i remembered that time we kissed
for ech moment that i missed
it is, has, and always will be another cut on my wrist
ceasing
never crying never dying
accepting my pain and watching it drip from my arm
like rain spilling on the floor
the thrilling sound of paramedics at the door
i ruash to my death,they rush for my health
you rush to his side now that his love and him have died
have no fear...for you were very dear to him....he didnt die hating you
he died wondering....who u thought was better him...or the other guy you wrote a secret love letter to
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