He stared at the cuts on his wrist
Reprimanding himself for his cowardice
To not  finish the job
Melissa had seen those cuts
Dug deep  into his wrist; angry red
Knowing  full well the reason for them
But choosing to ignore them

He flinched letting out a sharp gasp
As slaps  and  punches  hit him
Opening old wounds  and  bruises
His body a palette of suffering  and  pain
Bleeding tears down his skeletal frame
Melissa  watched these attacks
Her boyfriend  inflicted upon him
But chose to ignore them

His eyes were dry from shedding tears
His heart was torn from the constant crushing
His body wracked and tired from the frequent beatings
And his brain weary and ready to shut down forever
That morning Melissa  couldn't  ignore the body
Hung in her front garden
Holding a bouquet of wilting roses;
With a heart saying *I love you

if we die together,
tonight, darling

if only genocide were to befall on us
rather than taking innocent mother
with their cooing babies that could've
i reckon,
build the world

It is almost like the life that you are,
the tears that you tear apart
in your humble momentary stay,
disappear before you
and then you become someone else,
you become someone's new–
the apple of their eye

and when you are the happiest,
they die.