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 feel so empty

Maybe this was the start of a new friendship. Maybe it was the start of a love story. Or a tragedy. We would never know. 

Two lover's dance

all is fair in the game of life

I’m bleeding out, it’s your hand on the gun. 

Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes. You shot me down, why am I still alive?