the ''love of my life''
never washed my blood of of his hands
instead, he prefered to let it dry

so he could show off to his friends
that he was a real player
in the game

though the seconds he was away
turned me hollow,
it was okay, i felt

i was a phoenix-
who rose from
my own ashes of despair

and came alive whenever you decided to come around

you were my savior
and my murderer