Nights like this hold no stars.
I grasp your freezing hand firmly in mine hoping that the warmth will revisit your white flesh and your milky skin will stop seeping the cold red substance that is encasing my skin.
Your blood trickles from your body into my thick coat as I try to hold back more tears sensing it against my skin.
Your lifeless amber eyes are staring up at me burning holes through my flesh.
The shocked expression on your face rips at my heart forming a knot in my throat.
I recognize what you are saying even if you can't speak; cannot breath; cannot feel.
You are saying it isn't my fault, even though I know it is.
You never showed your weakness, you never showed your tears, you never showed your heart ache, and you never showed your fears.
Gun barrels are shooting off around us.
Your bite is parted.
I hold your head to my chest; my vision blurred with hot tears.
I bite my lip. I leaned down touching my lips with yours lightly, for the only and last time.
What was thought never to be is never to be.