Apr 10

Black Blood

I look down at the bench,
As she tells me she doesn't
Want to live her life
And my eyes cant meet hers,
Because I love her
And how could she not love herself
When I bled out to keep her heart beating?
How could she cry her black blood out,
When I gave her my veins
So she could live.
And how could she take that knife 
Infront of my sobbing face
And cut the rope that 
Tied her to this world
As I begged her to stop
And she laughed at my cries
And bled herself out just 
To prove me wrong
When I said
"You could never make me hate you."