Cuts like a knife.
blood red as wine.
She said no.
Not this time.

He hurt her once.
She asked him nice.
Don't do it she told him
This is the last time

So there he lay
eyes hollow as  night
... blood red as wine

We are subject matter.
constantly on the tips
of each others tongues.

I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

Numb.
Dizzy.
Everything blurs together.

I look down.
Red.
Blood.
It trickles down my legs.

I stare at it
before wiping it off.
Everything is soaked with my blood.
Yet I continue.

Cut.
Cut.
Cut.

Who knows
how many hundreds of times?
Just until I am
     *numb

Looking out the window
I wait.
For your old black truck.
With the little noose
hanging from the rearview mirror.

Waiting.
For you to come back.
To tell me you love me.
Or for revenge.

Either way.
You'll **** me in the end.
So I just wait.