bloody valentine

i’ll hold my breath,

like i’m holding your corpse.

he came for us both,

but you saved my life.

god, damn it all,

you’re going cold,

i’m sorry i can’t call no one

he’s still here.

i’m sorry i can’t be with you,

though my end is drawing near.

he’s coming up the staircase now,

i hear the scraping blades,

these handles never were too sturdy,

the blades are clanging,

you’ve bled through your shirt.

should i let him take me?

will you be waiting for me?

here they come,

they look so much like you,

i see them night and night again,

but this time feels so new.

wait, hold on for just a moment,

he’s never come this close,

this body that i’m holding

is not the one i know,

who is this wide eyed wanderer

who’s held me close at night,

why is this man so much closer now

but not a man at all,

why is this man so close to me

the woman i’ve loved so long?

oh, god, it hurts,

it stings and shreds,

my chest is bleeding out for once,

but it’s black and blue, not red.

you’ve never come this close to me,

nor sliced me like your pie,

i guess that’s what our vows did say,

though i’m the one to die.