Truth

~ shaped, gracefully, sprawled among the ground,
listening, waiting, for that sweet precious sound,
the blood beautifully drawn across the floor,
placed as if an artist, intended on this rich beauty and gore,
thoughts drift, placed carefully in such an organized esque,
tears crawling among me, nothing foreign about this past,
not able to let your awareness reach my compassion,
leaving your presence in such an unruly fashion,
its for your own worth, value,
I can see why you left me,
I can see why your reappearance isn\'t in mind,
but I want your forgiveness,
one last time,
its jealousy that corrupted me,
I still want you to be mine~