As the blood drips down,
He cries,
Watching her die slowly,
Because of what he did,
He never knew it could happen,
Until it really did,
And by then it was too late,
She was too far gone to save.
He never knew,
How bad his words would sting,
But now covered in blood,
He understands.
She came to his door,
He was the last she wanted to see,
He took her in his arms,
Said everything was ok,
He saw the blood,
Shooting from her veins,
He was scared to death,
Watching her bleed and cry,
He called 911,
Keeping her by his side.
He waited anxiously,
For the ambulance to arrive,
And as he did,
She slowly died,
The last move she made,
Was to pull his head close to hers,
She kissed him,
And she closed her eyes.
He cried,
As he watched her die,
Red and blue flashes,
Wailing outside,
He was sorry he said,
What he had to her,
So he told her he loved her,
Over and over.
When they checked her pulse,
It was barely there,
They put her on oxygen,
And sped to the hospital.
She died on the way,
And he had horrible guilt,
He held her hand,
Even after it was cold,
He kissed her forehead,
Then pulled up the sheet,
They wheeled her away,
For an autopsy.
Suicide,
That was what they concurred,
They finished the report,
And then buried her in the dirt.
Wasted potential.
And a wasted life,
All because of what he said.
He went to her house,
He looked through her drawers,
He took pictures of them,
And letters she wrote,
He found in a chair,
An envelope,
It said his name,
So he opened it.
Inside was a letter she wrote,
Explaining what happened,
And why she was gone,
It told him she loved him,
And much more,
But then at the end,
It said,
I hope you will hold me,
As I shut my eyes,
Warm me as my warmth,
Drips out with my blood,
And kiss me one last time,
I hope you can love me,
Before I die.
A tear escaped his closed eyes,
As he realized why she had died,
It was for him,
Which he despised.
For them,
Love only came,
When life ended.
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