6. like a blood stain
never quite got over me did you?
never got my smell off your linen pillows
you’d stare at the mark you made of me
until your eyes cried crimson
but never look me in the eyes
and tell me you love me
what was it?
one fell swoop
or a bunch of little hits
what did it take to dismantle the illusion of me?
how much anger did you hide from me?
how long did your dreams of me last?
what were you always so sad about?
why
did
it
have
to
end
like
this
?
like a blood stain on the wall
i lingered on after the death
of us