so you wouldn't
have to wait
for the last petal
to fall off your rose
i got love for you,
unknown to ordinary reality,
dreamt up too soon
she bled,
she bled,  
straight out on paper
no mend
no love to attend
we parted
no love
no contend.
she bled
and i began to feel
her rotten bones,
we didn't
bend
us,  in eachothers head.
i drove you mad,
and you bled
and i began to bend.
i began to break.