You & I

Us
A dove-colored morning
ripped apart by dirt-salted
rain that pooled in the tiny
bowl where your neckbones
connect,

You
Babble incoherently &
say you still dream of him
at times - when the fragrance
of night slips up through your
nostrils and suffocates you
to the pupil-dialated
coma-black of sleep,

I
Smile & try to make sense
of this mess - pick up each 
blood splattered piece of
cloth that covered the bathroom
floor, soaked with every
ounce of your still half-kicking,
sputtering, broken heart that
lay wheezing between the smooth
blades of your rib bones,

You
Silently wished that they would 
sever it to death - put it out of
it's horrid misery - it never
really liked you anyways -
but maybe you've severed
yourself enough...
this time,

I
Gaze upon you,
Or what's left of you,
drowning to death in your
own lifeblood and red froth,
too weak to stay above the water 
anymore,  

You
Are pitiful and weak 
in your current state,

I
Watch you slide below the 
stained-glass surface,

You
Have become the Lady
of your own Lake,

I
Wonder what King Arthur
would think of you now,
bleeding internally from where
his sword raped your soul,
and externally, where yours
split your wrist-veins,

You
Smile at me
one last time from
beyond the mirror,

I 
Always hated the 
way it hung above the bathtub
like a reminder of one's flaws,

You
Blow me a kiss
Goodnight

I 
Finally inhale too much
water and drift away...