Hands Held Close Poem by Dakota Ellerton

I cup my hands,
as blood rubs down my arms.
My heart is pooling,
life is in my grasp.
What choices will come my way to be made?
If I knew such an answer,
I'd have never put myself on the line.
He calls, I come.
With such a plastic smile,
he takes my hand and leads me upstairs.
His body lays on mine,
I can't help but close my eyes.
I could never understand why I do this.
He walks off, to sit in front of the television.
Shamelessly I pull my close on,
'I really should be going'.
I run out into the rain,
it hides the tears on my face.
I'm the person,
I've always hated.
It's so easy to bleed away my innocence,
but it's really only temporary.