On The Sidewalk Bleeding

And there I lie
On cold cement
Pressing my slick fingers to my side
Darkness doesn't tinge the edges
It flashes and dances in spots
In and out of vision
I will die here
In a puddle
And all I can think about is
How I didn't tell you 'I love you'
My last thought is of your pale blue eyes
Frantic with worry
But it's too late
I'm sorry

Poems I wrote. Trigger warning.