Blood stains.
3 years ago today. You broke my heart and I didn't even know you. Day after day you would tell me you loved me as if you knew what it was, but as I guessed, you had never experienced it for yourself. 3 years ago today Your voice sounded different over the phone as we talked on our international cellphone plans. The lines use to carry words of a future. One that seemed ever flowing of words of affirmation and the touch we longed for from one another. How that embrace would be so different than something we had never experienced. 3 years ago today You tightened the noose before I could even jump from the ledge. You watched as my face turned to red, then blue, then purple, and then finally it was turning to a shade of white and you tightened it tighter so you could see the blood stream from the side of my neck. 3 years ago today I never thought I'd get to this day before meeting you. I never thought I'd grow a vast affection for someone who I've never physically touched or seen form a sentence with their lips. I never thought I'd wonder what our kids would look like. Well it's been 3 years And today you're still Telling me you love me when you're a little too tipsy. Telling me about your day and how shitty it was. Telling me that you love me when we finish our conversation. But most of all on this day every year you remind me how you killed me on that summer day when we were both kids. So I hope you have a happy 3 year anniversary with your "love" I'll be celebrating the 3 year anniversary of what I thought the rest of my life was, being buried six feet under. It's been 3 years ago today and you're still telling me about the day we'll meet.
