Abandoned

Caal

You're all over me–
a knife outward in;
one wrong mistake,
your love is piercing my chest.

Long, it revolts,
it longs to be yours;
a body used to the cold
is a mind doubting your warmth.

I'm all over you–
a gun facing you;
just two more missed steps,
you're the other half of my grave.

Mad, it is true,
I'm your favorite shade of blue;
a hand used for revenge,
never touched so innocent.

I'm all waiting for you,
you're there watching me–
will it last until tomorrow
or this morning, will it bleed?

I love you more often
but I give a second for my thoughts,
for a heart, you once left alone
is never scared to be abandoned by yours.