11:30 AM

It was done in 3 minutes
lost hold of what could be,
Unraveled your strength
from the mess I stained,
With red marks scratched
along your past scars.

So you,
Let go of my hand from all
my heat seeping through
your precious hand,
You wish this could have last
except you try to survive
in your own land.

This quicksand pulls me
in as air slowly flees
hoping you could see,
new shards scar my
pumping heart.