Tortured Soul

As he tore away from my open arms,
he walked away with my heart and took
with him the warmth and light he'd shared.

The shadows and darkness swallowed
me back into the void, and I knew that
I would never escape. I tried to call out to
him, but nothing came out.

I wondered about dying, but thought what
he would do if he turned around and came
back, only to see me lying in a puddle of
blood. What would he say when my
last breath escaped?

Would he turn away and forget me?
Walk away and never look back?
Or would he hold me tight as I died?

All I know is that if that would happen,
I'd say with my last breath:
  "I'm sorry, I'm getting my blood all
  over you."