The Changed

I hold you arms as you fade away, the torment- guilt that creeps on my chest,

I have something that I always wanted to say but was too selfish to even write it in words and give you as a gift.

I release this breathe your face so pale, I whisper in your ears a slight ‘hello’ but you didn’t even twitch. Now you on the ground, lying in your own blood, 15 years after I lay my eyes upon you.

You’re now 18 years old yet you’ve moved on without me. Your beautiful black hair so heavy, like my heart, my throat burns like my eyes. You’re dead, why, why, why, you’re gone.

Can you take me with you? My hand’s already covered in your blood. This rose I have for you,
is it red enough? I’m so foolish, your gone but why I’m I taking to you? But these word I’m saying I know it would have meant something to you.

Damn, even in death you look so beautiful, these tears on my face dropping on your chin cleaning I hope you’re in heaven seeing them.

God won’t judge you honey you’re an angel but I wish he’d give you one more chance to hear the words as I’m speaking them.

For 15 years I should’ve said it, I had the time, Damn It! Why, Why, Why, I cursed myself, I should’ve said it, I should have said, but it’s too late.

I hope your soul hear me, though, I-I-I love you.