Existent

her love

I suppose, you were nothing like what I first expected. 

And yes you may think that, I never loved you more than the way I loved you when we met. I guess you might think that wasn't possible. Honestly? Neither did I but then,

like a rose blossoming, I began to unravel you. 

Layer by layer, unfolded beyond what my eyes could see or my minds eye could ever begin to imagine. Skin, like flimsy paper, crumbled to the ground beneath us and suddenly, you had become completely exposed.

Like that of flesh bare to the touch, blood, a pool that my body became engulfed in. I swam towards you, in the red that, was hotter than I could stand and yet, I withstood it. Slowly, I began to drown. To drown, within, and without- you. 

There, your body torn, shredding to pieces, your heart- pulsing to the earths rotation. Gradual, and surrounding. In all your pain, In all your agony, In your moments of death and life; morphing into one indistinguishable blur. You sought out to make me fully convinced that you were perfectly okay, and in my drowning in your own blood you still chose to save me. 

To save me, from something you told me I should learn to do, but I imposed that I could not. I swam to you, to save you, and yet, you still ended up saving me.

You, frozen in all time and depth of your blood, now freezing to a thin ice in your dilemma of death. Still, placing your hand over mine in the attempt to remain conscious and not for your own sake of wanting to save your life but in your wake to save mine.