My cold fingers
You grasp in your hands
Covered in blood
As you try to resucitate me
You blame yourself as the cause of my death
For me cutting myself to shreds
For me slowly and painfully
Gliding away from these ruins
And for telling me you don't love me
Whwn you knew with all of your heart
It was true
If only you had'nt realized so late
Are you a poet?
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