Blades and Bullets

If I only had one more minute
to save you ,
I would stake my claim.
If only I could have given
a promise,
I would steal your pain.

It's always after, and never before.
The note left behind
tells nothing more.

If I only could have hidden the trigger
that ultimately,
took the better of you.
Now we're left with something bigger
heartbreaking.
How could you be so cruel?

One more minute might have saved your life.
If I only had a chance to be inside.
Inside the fear of complexity, hardened,
The words might have helped
to hide the knives you sharpened.

Blades and bullets summoned your final breath.
I would take your place if it really meant
that you would stay
and repair the broken
bits and pieces of life unchosen.