Of Band-Aids and Bullet wounds

h.

I looked at you
As you climbed on top of me
And I inhaled
I held that breathe
for as long as I could
As you took what I had always cherished
What I had let you take from me
And I laid there
Because I was sure
I was sure that this was going to be okay
I was sure that this was what I wanted
I was sure that you were what I wanted

I was wrong

I got off that bed and left a piece of me there
I left the most important part of me
The part that had been there through it all
The part that had looked death in the face
The part that stayed while i cried
While i fought the good fight
While I prayed for things to be better
I left what I had alway had
I left what I needed most these days
I left my heart
My soul
My innocence
My strength
My fucking virtue
I left it all on the bed
A bed that wasn't even mine
A bed that I had to rush from
A bed that I didn't get to cuddle in
Or sleep in
Or even lay in just to catch my breathe

I let you have me
All of me
And what do I have to show for it?