Blood stains.

With my blood,
I'll write his name.
Hopefully it'll stain,
And never leave.

In my last breath,
I'll scream my love.
Maybe he'll hear,
And know it's for real.

Across my wrists,
I'll cut our memories.
Because then they'd be,
Nothing to forget.

So maybe he'll remember,
Everything im dieing for.
Everything i would have given,
Everything he ment to me.