Everything but the Quill

blueskyemergency:

The blood dripped
slowly to the floor
if only to prove how hard
she tried to succeed

She wanted to dance
but she couldn’t move
without your steps
as guidance while she glided

She wanted to feel
and breathe in the cold air
but she wanted to do that
while running to you

In the end
the blood still dripped
slowly to the floor
only to show
that she couldn’t take it anymore

It was all beautiful
until it was broken