Oxygen

Scattered papers and a bleeding pen found myself thinking it was the end.

I've only got one enemy.

Promise me you’ll stay by my side.

I'm left with the dust of my own love.

Butterfly tattoo on my wrist I could have saved you But I was too busy trying to save myself. 

A continuation of my first poem called Fallen Angel.

I was never grateful...

I've only got one enemy.

I want to know that you are there, even if I can't see.

About poem about a friend being their for another one, waiting for them to come back to them.

I feel so empty

Who knew such pain would come. Who knew I would be the one crying. Who knew I could be the one dying.