This is a poem I wrote about the one I love.
You painted it crimson
I remember everything
From your silky black hair and your kind blue eyes
To your caring hands that cradled me and your voice that said "mine"
Your arms wrapped around me, hiding me, protecting me
Yet your lips never touched mine.
I was scared of hail; I was scared of the dark
I was scared of hail because it hurt to go outside
I was scared of the dark because I can't see the one I hold in my heart.
You loved to party, it helped you forget
About the home you had, and the fights that your life they threat.
Your parents fight all the time
But you come, acting like everything is fine.
I caught you, drinking and smoking, covering scars so obvious on your arms
Kissing other women, and burning down barns
But I still love you
I always came back to you
And you always wrapped your arms around me, hiding my tears from the world
Saying to me that I will always be your girl.
I remember that night
I came with you to one of your parties, screaming was heard but there was no fight.
The air was thick, clogged full of smoke and the putrid smell of liquor
We went for a walk with your friends
You so drunk I thought "this has got to end"
Your friends cheered at you
I told you that you didn't need to
You picked me up and slung me over your shoulder, at you my legs bucked
I pounded on you, screamed at you… you didn't see the truck
Its horn bared in our ears, there was no time to get away
You threw me to the side of the road, no words I could say.
When I looked you were there, and when I blinked you weren't
Your bones were broken, your eyes were closed, and when I checked your breathing… you weren't.
I screamed at you "WAKE UP! PLEASE, WAKE UP!"… you didn't
The road
You painted it crimson
We've all lost someone close to us, whether it was a pet parrot or hamster, to a member of our family. For me, it was a boy I truly loved. His name was Robin, we loved each other so much, but his family… was different. He went home every day to a WW2 it seemed, he drank and smoked to get away from it. But if I saw him once in a day, he wouldn't drink. He died saving me from his foolish mistake.
If I get enough reviews I'll consider making a one about what happened afterwards
