You

You look so peaceful when you sleep,
not a care in the world but the things in your dreams.
You're infuriatingly handsome in the morning,
your hair all messed up, eyes circled from sleep.
You're so adorable when you talk with your hands,
trying to explain your thoughts.
Your eyes are incredible when you look at her,
all the love in the world wouldn't compare.
You were so happy when the judge ruled in your favor,
the restraining order finally in place.
You relaxed that night, thinking you weren't in danger anymore,
that maybe your life could finally get back to normal.
Your blood stained the floor, just a few minutes later,
slowly draining the color from your face.
You were wrong.
I was still there.