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his sweet tears mix slowly into my blood

as if it were a crimson tide pool

Submitted:May 31, 2009    Reads: 82    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I cry as blood drips from my finger tips i grab the blade and squeeze fresh blood wells

from my palm i feel my fingers going numb i should stop but it wont the pain wont go my

knees collaps i fall onto the shattered glass that once was the bathroom mirror pain sears

through the left side of my body as new blood seeps out of my veins a loud wail escapes

my lips i fight to stay awake the pain is so much more blood flows out of the fresh cuts i

my body shutting down the door to the bathroom swings open slowly he runs in pulling me

into his arms he weeps and begs for me not to go his sweet tears mix slowly into my blood

as if it were a crimson tide pool i try to lift my already weak body to him for a kiss he

pulls me to his chest i kiss him kindly while he picks small pieces of glass out of my side i

gasp in pain he stares at me his face worried new tears spill over the rims of my eyes im

sorry i mouth my vioce wont formthe words he holds me there for a while at least a

couple of hours whispering sweetly that he loved me too and wanted me to stay with him

i finally feel run down and tired "i love you " i choke out at last and he stares at as he

pulls me to him for another kiss when he pulls away im asleep he cries and screams for me

to come back and my last memory from life is our One Last passionate Kiss


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