The words were fluid, the hate so pure
He had left, left with the words of hate.
He said, “I could care less if you cried me an ocean.
I could care less if you bled me a sea. I can’t take it anymore.”
He left those words lingering,
Her head screamed
and tears streamed
What was she to do?
She was caught a drift, her anchor was gone.
“I will cry him more than an ocean, and I will bleed him a whole world.” She said holding the knife shaking in one hand.
She sat staring into the puddle of tears,
The blood dripping down into it, tainting it drop by drop.
Her anchor was gone, she was a ship, about to wreck.
He had left and she had done everything that he would never care for.
He stood watching as the puddle turned into a pool and the blood began to form a world, the tears the ocean.
He felt what he had thrown away in the guilt he held.
She watched him before falling into the world she had created.
The world of blood and tears…
His world… made by her.