So

So, here I am. Alone again.
After welcoming everyone to my bed.
It wouldn't matter even if they had accepted.
You wouldn't be here

So, what did it mean?
When you held me in your arms
and said 'You're safe here, my darling.
How could I hurt you?'

But you have.
Hurt me, I mean.
You peeled away my defences
and then you tore apart my heart

You knew - you knew EVERYTHING.
I gave you the knife, a willing sacrifice,
and you opened me up
and spilt my blood

And now the coldness comes.
Ironic really, that I who desire the coldness of the grave
should meet the silence of the morgue
in your rejection.

And so, here I am. Alone again.
Imagining I hear your voice, and your footstep on the stair
Thinking of what we could be
What you should be
And what -
I am.