Watching you Die

Don’t try to back out now girl, your lovely heart just isn’t into it.

Ill watch you scream and cry as you dance in little puddles. The drops of your last breath break open and land on your blood infested shirt.

I take deep breaths, letting all of this soak into me. Pushing my hair back from my windows of pain, a tear slips into a calm envelope and is sent to your dying, loving heart.

Your crying gets harder and I just laugh watching the glory of you breaking down right in front of my soul less eyes, and I can’t do anything to help you- Just push you farther off of the edge, watching your hair turn into a mess and seeing how beautiful you look with runny makeup and fear sticking your eyes. How wondrous can this get?