To wait until every cold second ticks away
and to still be looking at you
impassive and uncaring
unloving and unerring
to watch every drop of blood
running through veins and onto the page
a poem unread
a love that's un-dead
I thought she could love me too
to wait until every nerve my body contains screams five alarms at the fire station
burning to the ground
a fire she set to smolder
every warm feeling I've ever had is forgotten
in the cold that has become my life in the end
and then
sent to a hell that I'll prefer to the life
why was this left to me?
why love and be loved and have it taken
better to die than to live in this hell pain
