On our grave

The smile upon your face
that playful smirk you gave
is one thing an artist cannot write,draw, or trace
my heart says be brave
because I'm standing here
alone on your grave
just so i can be near
the one that lost himself
the one i called dear
your knife is still on my shelf
your picture on my wall
I'm waiting for you to come back
waiting for you to call
but i don't understand
how things could go so wrong
just a week ago i was holding your hand
and i have a candle
brightly lit
for everything i can't handle
for every one i lost
my soul says hold onto his knife
but not too tight
not enough to take your life
just enough, just right
my feelings begin to ooze
theres nothing more i can lose
but more to gain
to get away from all of this pain
i look at the shelf
then in the mirror at myself
the knife is in my hand
the blood around my wrist like a band
on the desk is a note
that you wrote
you loved me it said
this is what it read:
you're probably wondering how
i could do this anytime especially now
to us
to break your trust
but the sparkle in your eye
mocked me that i wasn't good enough
thats when i realized i had to die
that life was too tough
never forget me
don't question ,we were meant to be .
good-bye forever,
your love
Trevor
my bed forever now stained with blood
i stumble and fall with a soft thud
my heart says be brave
because we're standing here
together on our grave