All I drank was the blood
Feeling like the lush taste of brandy
And the dry rasp of whiskey
I wanted what ran your heart
To run
Mine

Then, I curl against the corner
With a knife in my left hand
Rusting from crimson red
Washing it with my tears
At the same time, bashing my head
On where we could have lived
On what was starting to be
Ours

Why didn't you love me?