If my heart could speak.. It would tell you how much it loves you.. And that it beats for you.. And only you.

It would tell you it cherishes all the memories we have.. From making eye contact with you and smiling for the first time to holding you and saying good bye for the last time..

It would tell you how much it misses being in your warm embrace.. Also how it wishes it didn't **** up so many times..

But I can speak more than my heart can..

I would tell you I'm sorry for all the times I've wronged you in my life... All the times I've broken your trust you had for me.. Honestly.. I wish you didn't have to go..

I spend my nights alone.. Sitting in the dark questioning every part of who I am while twirling my only friend I've ever had through my fingers..

It acts a paint brush to my canvas that's on my arm.. The only color it has though is a dark.. Disappointing red..

The only difference is... This will last forever.. It will leave me a permanent reminder of what I've done.. It'll act as a ghost later in the future and will haunt me until the day I stop breathing..

Your initials are forever marked on my cut up and broken heart.. They will always be there and will never fade..

The reason why we hold onto memories so much is because they never change.. But the people that you made them with can...

I'm winding down to my final days of being on this cruel place we know as earth.. As I bleed out from my paintings all over my arm... I want my final words to be.. "I love you.. And my heart will beat it's last beat for you.. And you only.."