I fight the sleep that is held over me,
to think of your breathing for a few more minutes.
The blood falls over the shower curtain,
and I am certain that you will never love another.
Just as I am certain I will fall asleep in your limp arms.
I will be your Juliet,
and you will be my Romeo.
We will transcend life and death,
especially if I have to drag you there.
Too bad we went out Hamlet-style...