When The World Had You

when the world had you || 2

whenever someone speaks your name

i recall the events that occurred that night.

i always remember the blood

trickling down your fragile face.

[the thickest of crimson blood]

your lifeless body laid in front of me,

and although you didn't speak,

your eyes told me that this was my doing.

moments before your death,

your expression was distress and horror.

you were afraid that i wouldn't save you.

it's unfortunate; because i knew that if you fell,

i wouldn't be able save you.

and when i watched you fall, i knew that death would follow.

i regret making you do those things.

i wish that i could change the past into

something that was beautiful.

something that allowed you to

be alive.

but no matter how many times

i scream with rage at the empty train tracks,

you will never come home.

the town whispers about you and me,

the cautious and the reckless.

we were different in the eyes of strangers.

but we knew how alike we were.

we were sisters.

although the town knew nothing about us,

they knew one something about our friendship;

we held each other back.

you were a bird, destined to fly;

so i clipped your wings to

prevent you from taking off without me.

you made me addicted to your words,

stopping me from doing thoughtless deeds,

keeping me safe from the terrors of dark side of the world.

but you should have known

from the day you met me,

that my destiny was to end beautiful things like you.