why is your blood on my hands

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writers note: okay sorry if this seems messy, the speaker is kind of crazy as you can see so the poem is meant to be a bit out of it


you have left me

in the dark

i cannot see

i cannot feel

your arms

that once wrapped 

around my body

lay lifeless at my feet


someone has slit your throat

in a bright red smile

your blood seeps onto the floor

its all on my face

on my hands

why why why

who would do such a horrible thing


i will avenge you

and throw your murder

into the sea

but 

they all are saying

that murder

is me


but you dont believe them 

and neither do I

they say that im crazy

that i caused you to die


but you did not die

no you did not

for i can still hear you

always

in my mind


they must be liars 

so vain and so cruel

because as they should know 

i could never kill you


so tomorrow morning

i will go to the cliffs

overlooking the water

with my pockets 

filled with heavy stones

and my head

full of you


for i know you dont believe them

but maybe what they say

is true






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