He laid in bed staring at a shiny tin,

She let the silver streak red across her skin.

He tried to focus on tomorrow,

Her heavy-heart fill with sorrow.

He thought about how so many months ago he called her a liar,

She thought of the way he looked when she called him a pathetic crier.

He thought about how she was so far,

She studied the heart-shaped scar.

He typed a text but he deleted it,

She tied and hung a noose then hid it.

He tried to remember the curve of her lips,

She brought the ****** blade to her hips.

He played music and wondered if she still had that ferocious fight,

She tried her best to make the physical pain last her for the rest of the night.

He received and read a text from his girl and he tried to sleep but his mind betrayed him,

She cleaned her mess and slithered next to her temporary lover and she looked at her drink filled to the rim.

He cried holding his pillow and wondered if only he had been enough,

She silently cried telling herself that she had to be strong and tough.

He tells himself, 'If he had loved her a little more, maybe she would have stayed',

She tells herself, 'If she let him hold onto her heart, maybe she wouldn't be afraid.'

If only neither of them was afraid to stay...

She loves him and he loves her, in life and death to this day...

It's funny how the universe can work this way...