Soon

She moved into my place a year ago,

After they cleaned up the mess I left;

I regret that, but I had to go --

I was miserable. Utterly bereft.

 

She's lovely, the new girl. So sublime.

A romantic soul (they're easy to possess);

I've been inside her from time to time. 

Though I do admit it's made a bit of mess.

 

She's aware of me, and terrified --

Utterly convinced she's going mad,

And I feel bad for causing her to slide,

But sometimes love is hard, and things go bad.

 

She won't get out of bed - that's fine with me.

I touch her there, and make her writhe and moan,

She likes this part, when we make love, you see;

And I don't like to leave her all alone. 

 

I love this girl with my entire soul,

It's been so lonely since I took my leave; 

Being with her here... She makes me whole,

I know she loves me. I truly believe.

 

She spends entire days lying in bed,

Usually with a bottle in her hand, 

It's hard for me to be inside her head;

Like sinking in a pit of wet quicksand. 

 

Tonight's the night, though. I'm sure this will work.

I've made her run a bath and get the blades,

Pretty sure she'll go full on berzerk

If things keep going this way, as I bade. 

 

She's crying now, and sinking in the bath, 

Just as I had done a year before,

Razors shred her wrists, blood flows with wrath,

But soon nothing will hurt her anymore. 

 

She will go as I did, quietly,

Humbly, with very minimal fuss,

And I will greet her, arms wide, blissfully

And we can finally be the perfect 'us'.

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.