His Liquid
It came out slowly and it touched my cold body, while still keeping a deep part of me warm like when his body was wrapped around mine.
I knew our love was over when he decided to let the blood drip down instead of stopping it with his hand.
The hand he first used to slowly touch my face while he began to hold me while he kissed me.
Why didn't I use my lips to kiss away the pain put there first by the girl who he loved before me?
Did I want to drain his heart of my love?
Both of our loves were draining actually.
Mine started draining when I saw him pour his blood into another's.
I couldn't take his love anymore, I undid what I thought was mine.
While the blood continues to flow, remember the beauty of your love.
It brought you sunshine once but now it is part of the darkness of your heart.
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