You...

I spoke not knowing.
How much my words would devastate.
I taste salty tears.
He showed me what he wanted for us.
The picture, a masterpiece.
Ruined by the tears I've cried.
How could've I known then?
How could've it been prevented?

You can't love me
I still want you.
You and I are dying.
Alone.

His words cut much deeper than any sharpened blade.
As I would bleed here, His arms wrapped around me.
If I could just die now.
My freezing smile would become eternal.
If I had died then.
My shadow wouldn't feel so heavy...