If only you could see me now; forehead to the floor. My love in your hands and my dreams in your back pocket. Clatter. Shatter. Spatter. If you knew how much I loved you, maybe you'd let me breathe. Cold compress and a bullet to the heart. Rivival is useless. Retreaval is suicide. And those memories are just stains on the carpet. You used to be her hero, now her blood is on your hands.