Our Work Of Art. Poem by Hailey Marie

Blood stained sheets,
What have I gotten myself into this time?
I close my eyes and I believe you.
If I should die I'll never leave you.
I wish that I could walk away.
Guilt rests in my hands.
I know that it is for the better.
I never said that I'd compromise,
Between fact or fiction.
There's so much better out there.
Than you and me.
I could end this in seconds,
I know it but I don't dare.
Another sentence this all could be over,
Your words are like weapons why can't you protect me?