Bloodshed and sunsets.

Every sunset painted with bloodshed.
I know I won't see the sun again.
My sunshine found better days.
and I was never good enough.
Were you ever fond of me?
I guess I'm like monopoly, boring eventually.
These words float off and fade to gray,
and yours turn her world to better days.
I'd rather drown in regret, than not be over you yet.
Stained cheeks, heart on my sleeve, and where the hell were you.
I don't see you, and you wouldn't look at me.
So I guess this means you're gone.