with stealthy silence he arrived
a presence noted, by my side
barely making any sound
except for footsteps upon the ground

we stopped beneath a willow tree
his shining eyes examined me
with one soft finger on my lips
his other hand stole to his hip

he unsheathed the silvery blade
up and down my neck it played
he told me not to say a word
he understood my pain, my hurt

he wanted us to die together
our spirits could unite forever
I asked him to be the first to die
to be my final sacrifice

and happily, he obliged
with a firm grip on his knife
stabbed himself all the way through
crimson splashes on his shoes

with every heartbeat he faded
the look in his eye was sick and jaded
his last words were "I love you,"
I replied, "I'm sure you do."

a bloody tear fell from his eye
as he finally realized
I don't care if he lives or dies
all my words to him were lies...