Our Home

 We created a broken home
You and I.
Where we bleed together,
You and I.
We slit our own wrists side by side,
You and I.
Right there in
Our broken home,
You and I.
We bled on this carpet,
You and I.
Until drained…
By you and I.
 
 
The home is not a home at all,
My dearest You, my dearest I.
We bled all we can,
The both of us.
NO water can cleanse us now.
 
We created a broken home,
You and I.
 
Only we know how the broken glass
Will sheer our skin.
For me and you the same.
 
We will clean our skin once again.
With
Bleach.
This time for
You and Me...

and Her.