When Love Goes Wrong

I’m swimming across a pool of blood, my skin is peeling off, the organs are damaged and dying. My head is showing on top of the blood surface and my bones are floating down there. I saw a girl looking at me, raining tears running through her cheeks. At first, we applied the languages of threatening arguments mixing calmness and irritation. She was fed up, never had a space for me. She looked like she was hungry, but unready to eat with me. I brought all the oxygen to her to make herself breathe, and feel free but still she felt nothing inside about me. I sweated in everything, engage into a girl who wants the notice like a cow just for a word or two, take tours or get some good food but still, she still portrayed her mood. She wanted another mate, I noticed that in her face, the confrontation melted the message and was made visual with her eyebrows saying, I Hate You. And then she felt apologetic she could have said something, instead she pushed me deep into the waterfront and converted the water into blood. A random morning took the sun away, My body was damaged, and she still looked at my face. Love could be a hammer knocking at your door, by another desire telling you The honeymoon is over. She was soaked with guilt, but she finally asked the air to be fair. I’m there wondering how to escape this pool, or imagine how to erase the feeling and then I remembered what my Mom told me Boys always hurt girls on purpose.