. . .

Please don’t walk out on me,

I promise to do right by you.

Look over here, my love;

My arm bleeds like my heart

Twice torn. Yes, drop your keys

And run fast to my aid.

You’ll find bandages in the cabinet

Above the sink. Blood drips slowly

Onto the kitchen floor;

The sight of it gives me a rush –

Now I know what lengths

I’d go to, to keep your heart beating

For me, as mine does for you.

I’d cut up my other arm,

And my legs too. I’d do it over

And over again, until I become

Nothing but muscle and sinew –

Bleeding for your attention and affection.

I know at times you doubt our love,

But whatever it is that I feel,

I know that you feel it too.

And try as you might to leave,

Your heart won’t let you.

I inhale your scent as, bandage in hand,

You bend down with care

To mend my wounded flesh.

I begin to sob silently

At the pain in your eyes;

Yet, my heart is full.

Not because I made you stay again,

But because I realise

Just how much you love me.

Your love for me is beyond

My wildest dreams. You stay

Even when there’s nothing but pain.

There’s no life without you,

And no love without bloodshed.

I’d gladly shed my blood

And give my life for you.

I watch you rise

To clean up the floor;

Your step is as sure

As my love is for you.

In a few sweeping moves,

The bloody mess is wiped off –

The floor is no longer marred

By my act of penitence.

I lift myself off the cold hard tiles

And hug you tightly from behind.

I know that everything

Will be alright now.

You won’t walk out on me.

My heart’s in yours and yours in mine.

. . .

First published on Lit Up Magazine

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