so i wrote this absolutely ages ago and tbh i think it's shit
but here it is for you nonetheless"HEY, HEY, LOOK at me, babe, you'll be fine." He choked out, rocking back and forth with her in his arms.
"What's this then?" She chuckled weakly and gestured at the wound through her chest.
"It's fine, you'll be okay." A tear slipped down his cheek, and he pulled her closer to him. "You can't go, you can't, you're my sunshine."
She grimaced. "Please, in my dying hours, don't remind me of my horrific name."
"Sunshine is a gorgeous name." He protested, laughing weakly.
"Yeah, if you're both wasted and high at the same time, and even then it still sounds stupid." She laughed, then started coughing violently. Blood bubbled at the corner of her mouth, and she wheezed heavily.
"No, no, no, don't, you can't-"
"There's no way I'll be fine. I've got a giant bloody stab wound that's probably pierced my lungs." She giggled slightly, but then stopped abruptly when it caused another coughing fit.
He was crying freely now, tears streaming down his face as he gasped. "We- we were supposed to be - forever."
"Hey, idiot, cheer up. You sound like you're the one who's dying." She smiled stiffly up at him, her hands still pressing against her chest, trying to slow the blood flow.
"I might as well be." He stroked her cheek in his right hand, the plain gold band on it covered in dust and dirt.
"You're such a cheeseball." She took one hand off her chest and he grabbed it, not caring that it was covered in blood.
"I should probably be dead by now." She remarked, still clutching his hand tightly.
"Maybe."
"Will you sing me, to you'know, death?" She asked, suddenly looking terrified.
"Of course, I will, you doofus. You're my wife." He took a gasping breath and then started singing quietly, eyes almost shut. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey..." He shuddered, but continued, practically whispering. "You don't know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."
Her hand went slack.
"I love you, I, I love you, so- so much." He choked out, still holding her tightly and rocking back and forth.
YOU ARE READING
broodings
Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 2016