Roses are red

Roses are red....
blood is too. running down my arms, dripping off my elbows.
my tear stained face, blood stained body. is this what you wanted?!
violets are blue....
so is the sweet sound of the everlasting " i do." I've said mine where's yours?!? in the eyes of another soul you've lied to?!
sugar & spice....
ya right, what the hell is nice?! all i ever did was loved you & you tore it out & left.
this is the second to last poem to you. the last one is on my wrists & chest. & all it has to say is, i love you