Your blood is like wine that fills my cup. I can taste your defeat in this glass. The see of red invading my apartment is all that was you. My wall are painted red from a bad romance. My hands are stained with regret as I look at the massacre I have created. How could I do this to you?

I keep thinking these black and white thoughts. I try to remember the “good times”. With every good time, there is a hoard of violence. I can see us laughing as I reach around a grip your throat. I remember laying on your chest and listening to your heartbeat but I also remember feeling your heartbeat fade. We’re talking then screaming. We’re fighting. You’re bleeding. Give me peace.

In one split second, I feel metal on my wrists. This has to be a beautiful ending to a beautiful beginning. I sit in handcuffs awaiting my fate. I thought that fate was you but the monster killed you.

I love you.