Strikingly cold but warmed from inside,
I need none but my heart — that which weathered the tide
Of the sea, having raised the heart rate of my love,
Her vocal chords murmuring some tune from above
As the foam from the waves covered footprints I’d made
In a sharp, full-blown sprint with the intent to save
A form ready to fall whispering, “Can’t save it all,”
As honest as I’d ever seen her.

Jumped after a breath; put my fangs through her neck
Condemned her to a fate more horrific than death
And she whispered her thanks, a smile on her face;
The impact hurt more than it would have, I’d say.
Broken bodies on rocks like the cars of the city;
Crashing water like blood I kept in to keep busy
I smiled, so broken I couldn’t hold back-
T’was the only thing that had remained intact.