Another soundtrack for this one :)
My heart is bleeding.
Not the kind that you can put a band aid on, nope. It is gushing torrents of blood out and the efforts at stopping the bleeding just seem to hasten the bleeding process.
I had severed a chord.
For a while I sit looking at the severed blood vessel; the warmth of the blood dripping down seems to heat up my skin. By this point in time it ceases to become a menace but the thrill of almost escaping my pain looks like something i’d appreciate more now.
I’m a heap of pain and blood; at this point I would pass for an extra in The Walking Dead. Phasing in and out of consciousness, my brain chooses to play games with me. If I die right now, the last imprint on my brain would be of the times we shared and the moments that we were both happy.
That smile.
The way you’d laugh at some of the most mundane of things.
The way you’d call me baby.
The taste of your lips.
The smirk you’d wear every time we made love.
A sensory overload of the cologne you’d wear…
There are a million things I could say right now but all that matters is that I’m sorry. Jealousy got the best of me, and I was threatened that you needed someone to talk to that wasn’t me; and I know you deserve that. You deserve to figure your stuff out. If I was a smarter man I wouldn’t let you go; but I guess that’s what you need.
Goodbyes have never hurt this much.
