I wanna be with
You
Oh, how I wanna be with
You

You died a couple days ago,
I saw your body hit the pavement from the sky.
Blood leaked out of you like dark, swirling goo,
I ran to you.

Snapped bones and torn skin transformed you into someone I didn’t recognize,
Your lungs and heart are crushed, baby, why can’t I hear your voice!?
All I see are sad holes in your face,
Punctured where your beautiful forest eyes should’ve been.

I want to be with you.

So I slip my sweaty hand under your mangled palm.
Your ring finger is broken, snapped and bent with your wedding ring laying just as lifeless next to you.

Vengeance snakes hot branding irons through my veins as I kiss what should’ve been soft, tasteful lips that don’t kiss back like they used to.
Fury wraps a chokehold around me, gripping my chest and throat so tight an animalistic scream tears out of me.

I want to be with you.
You want to be with me.
That’s why we got married.
We were supposed to live happily ever after,
For better or for worse,
Till death did us apart.

You light up my life,
Like I’m the last dying candle in a dark, scary cave that you cup in your gentle working hands and breathe life back into the flickering flame.
The monsters are afraid of the dark, you knew this as you had monsters, too.
You’d make their eyes go wide with fear as you shouted and danced in their face, chasing them away like they tried to do with you.

You were happy…
You wouldn’t do this.
Right?

I wanna be with you,
You wanna be with me.
We were the perfect love story.

“It’s her! It’s her!”
The same two words, repeated over and over and over again.
My brain was still echoing, like a dark cavern, sound bouncing off slimy walls and colliding into the other side.
“It’s her!”

Tears made up of every sorrowful, revenge-filled emotion streamed down my fiery hot cheeks as I rubbed my thumb over the broken, shattered beauty of your hand.
Everything about you is beautiful.
Now all of that beauty was shattered and broken on the pavement, surrounded by a crowd of loud strangers.

Our hands look so delicate together…
You can feel the love between us, even now, as our palms folded into each other.
Well, mine did. Yours kind of flopped into mine.

As I gaze at our laced hands, mine still bearing a pretty ring and yours absent, my arms get pulled behind me with a ferocity that burns into my joint sockets.

“You’re under arrest for pushing this young man off a roof!”

Pulled away from your leaking, shattered, broken body I scream and, as if on cue,
“He should’ve never died, it should’ve been you!”
Who said that?

I can’t tell because I am shoved into a car and a door slammed in my face.

I want you, I’ve only ever wanted you.
It’s always been you.






When you died that day, I died with you.
Whose fault was it?

Nobody knows.
If I did push you, did you deserve it?

Nobody knows.
All I know is that we were happy and in love,
For better or for worse, right?
Until death came knocking and I just had to answer.