wrong

Blood smeared on the window
pain pours out of my body
drip drip drops on the
floor can't support my
wait time can only unravel
mysteries if you let it
be that the blood stained
window of opportunity has
closed like the wound on her
skin can only heal over
time must have weighted for
her heavy head of guilt
less pain she did not
recive the blade but she gave
it seems we were wrong all along