to love another

punctured with nothing but the rusted blade of your actions

my heart sheds a crimson blood.

so lovely, so right,

why did I mistake its beautiful vibrancy with the one of love and light?

each day painfully dreads,

my heart is filled with cruel, wet unrest.

we came to an end at my own hands

but yet blood only leaks out my chest.

did it hurt you too?

despite the knife never hunting you.

did it hurt you too?

while you watch it plunge me deeper and deeper.

I'd eat me,

just to make room for you.

I'd carve out a space,

perhaps your name,

and watch my blood drain.

All in the name of you,

though you hadn't the faintest clue,

of what my love could do to me,

but never you.