And so
I let love
place it's knife
to my throat
and
bleed me
until
my veins
ran dry.

We could run through
deserted streets
in the watery sun
of a Wednesday morning,
my face full
of last night's
make up
and
your mouth full
of last night's
kisses,
and I would
swear
to all who would listen
that
we had never looked
so ******* cool.

And so
I took my
broken heart,
bloodied
and
abused,
in my own hands
and
I promised it:
'Never again'.

The realisation
that nobody
but you
is going
to save your life
is as
liberating
as it is
terrifying.

You would not
let me past
the stone wall
that surrounds
your heart,
but
you let me
climb it,
sit atop it,
and
briefly glimpse
the beautiful tragedy
that lay beyond it.
And maybe
that was enough.

I race blindly
through this life
with the perseverance
of a woman
who knows
her cause
is lost
but
is terrified
of the bleakness
of her world
without it.

And
as I watch
the cigarette
you left
burn away
to nothing,
I cannot help
but wonder
when
you will be back
to torture me
once more.