I have small fragments of you left here in front of me

sharp pieces that hurt to pick up

I would rather bleed gripping onto the edges than accept that you're gone

Even if it was seemingly easy for you to leave, I'll convince that the shattering of us hurt you, too.

Because if it was easy

That means I am bleeding out all over this paper for a man that wouldn't apply pressure to the gaping wounds he leaves in every girl he is unsure about

I'll be stuck lying here hoping that the thoughts of you that escape my brain and fall out of my eyes, creating puddles on this paper, will be enough to clean up this scarlet mess that you left

Because even though you don't love me anymore or never did

I will always cover up your crimes and leave my own fingerprints on them

Every time.