I awoke in a cold sweat with blood in my mouth but not on my hands.
It was worth it.
I hope to god your tongue swells too, before I cough up a scarlet apology on my knees at your feet and your favorite pair of shoes about how you pushed me away, and everything is a gradient of the same blue I swear I have seen somewhere before
What the **** do you want me to say for myself? That it was my fault for not fighting the current you sent for me?
Regardless: You know darling, your eyes change when you cry. That familiar sapphire so painfully beautiful and I carry the blame. Your happiness is more important to me than mine. (b.r.o.)