My wrists slit open, my heart torn and broken, it’s not about the pain or the way he left them open, but how he looked when he cut them open, my soul bleeds, my heart pleads, tears rushing down my cheeks, oh the sweet smell and the blood colouring his hands, he smiled and said only if you allowed me a sweet kiss, a chance to love, to help you, to be the one to care for you, if only you listened when I warned you, this wouldn’t be your last breath but our first kiss.
