Bloody Rose Poem by Vianca Borrero

I stare at your back as you walk away
Tears dropp to the floor at my feet
As you get farther away it seems like your shadow gets larger
I feel it once again
That cold icy feeling of being left behind
I have nothing yet everything to say
The sun goes down and that fleeting wind blows
Its been hours but i just cant find myself to move
I just close my eyes and remember the good times
Those moments that made my heart feel like it was in my stomach
Those moments that made me so happy
Those summer nights that ended with us hot and sticky
Then creeps in those freezing moments
Slowly they creep into my mind
All those fights
All those tears
Your high pitched voice as you yell at me
That moment i saw the scars on your wrists
The same icy cold feeling fell over me at that moment
I see it through my eyes as if it was happening right now
I grab you by your shirt and question you about the scars
You yell and cry
I cry and say why
You blame me
Your lonely
I cry and beg for you to stop
You promise to stop
Then i find those spots on your arm where your veins are
I cry and scream why
You deny it
I say who supplies it
You look away
I say stop its either me or that
Thats the moment you walked away
You turned your back on me
My icy cold feeling never left
Even as i stood over your grave
You died
It made you die and yet you never chose me
you ran away from me into its arms
Straight into the arms of the Grim Reaper himself
You died
My beautiful flower so full of life
You wilted before my eyes
Now my flower
You are the bloody rose