i've thought about death
many times.
how nice it would be
to let go.
or how i'd never feel
pain or sadness again.
maybe that's why
i let the blade so tenderly
kiss my skin.
because when i think of
life without you,
it's more painful than any
bullet to the heart.
and the only reason
i'm not dead yet,
is because i want to die in your arms.
-k.d.