Arm in arm,
Nearly frozen,
Her heart pulses harm,
Like the night his was stolen,
Blood-red, black beneath
Like the starlight, her loveless blood ran cold,
Cutting into the wrists he used to hold
He held the raft
But she grabbed the anchor,
He saw it was his love, the weight that sank her.
The love they'd never show
Look who's still breathing
But you should also know
He's now the one bleeding
Kyle Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-suicidal-lover/
