Soon

She moved into my place a year ago,
After they cleaned up the mess I left;
I regret that, but I had to go --
I was miserable. Utterly bereft.

She's lovely, the new girl. So sublime.
A romantic soul (they're easy to possess);
I've been inside her from time to time.
Though I do admit it's made a bit of mess.

She's aware of me, and terrified --
Utterly convinced she's going mad,
And I feel bad for causing her to slide,
But sometimes love is hard, and things go bad.

She won't get out of bed - that's fine with me.
I touch her there, and make her writhe and moan,
She likes this part, when we make love, you see;
And I don't like to leave her all alone.

I love this girl with my entire soul,
It's been so lonely since I took my leave;
Being with her here... She makes me whole,
I know she loves me. I truly believe.

She spends entire days lying in bed,
Usually with a bottle in her hand,
It's hard for me to be inside her head;
Like sinking in a pit of wet quicksand.

Tonight's the night, though. I'm sure this will work.
I've made her run a bath and get the blades,
Pretty sure she'll go full on berzerk
If things keep going this way, as I bade.

She's crying now, and sinking in the bath,
Just as I had done a year before,
Razors shred her wrists, blood flows with wrath,
But soon nothing will hurt her anymore.

She will go as I did, quietly,
Humbly, with very minimal fuss,
And I will greet her, arms wide, blissfully
And we can finally be the perfect 'us'.

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.