Love eternal
by ianblackpoet
Mascara running down your cheek
As his eyes cease to sparkle
Tells the story of where you’ve been
And why his hands are red
Did you assume he wouldn’t know?
Wouldnt smell it on your breath?
Where you run to every night
When he’s tucked up in his bed
He’s forgiven you before
And only blamed himself
Comdemned his soul for your own sins
And prayed for heaven’s wrath
But now his fingers slowly fall
From the edge of his bed
His hands seem paler now
As his palms deliver the flow
You barely know what’s going on
Just that you’re to blame
As you see the razor on the floor
And piece it all together
The glance he gave the other night
Didnt make much sense
But now you see he always knew
And still he blamed himself
Salty ink falls from your chin
Meets his blood down on the floor
You see his wrist is open
And feel his ghost destroy your core
You reach down and grasp the razor
To make things right forever more