Pictures Painted In The Sky Poem by Your sword vs my pen

This pen doesn’t speak
The words
The way you do.
I’m running out of ink,
You’re running low on blood,
I’m searching for a safe place
To hide
From the flood.

We’ll sink like stones-
Entwined like snakes
Around a broken heart.
Take this rose,
Pierce my heart,
We will sleep in the dark.
I was impaled from the start.

Ripping up hearts like paper,
The notes you wrote
That stuck in my throat
Choke me as I swallow down my pride.
We all hide pain,
And shame,
And lame things like feelings.

They forgot the pictures we drew in their minds-
They only knew it was us
From the paintings we left
In the sky.