there is a red mist collected in her eyes
as she staggers her way to you
you reach out to her and your warmth pools into her bones
the mist is now rolling down her cheeks
and she's choking as it slides between her lips
you notice her flimsy white dress is all drenched and stained
but you just hold her against you
you just trace circles on her back
you just say:
"it's alright
it's alright
it's alright"
she just say:
"i don't wanna fight
i don't wanna fight
i— ugh, i don't wanna fight"
you saw it coming, saw it in her hands, but you stood there
right there
saw the rusty, blunt, blade coming down to your neck
you swiped your tender palm against her rosy cheeks
oh to fall on your knees before her!
now if you could just puke the words out. but you couldn't
maybe she would've pressed her lips against your fallen eyes
maybe she would've held your hand, showed you heaven and highs
she did, in the start
but she was exhausted now
and you weren't the last in the line
she staggered on.
