Crimson Apology

My pen is dead.
It ran out of ink penning my apology.
So now I write in my own fresh blood.
Slitting a wrist and letting blood drip.
Drip steadly into a wooden bowl at my side.
So with my blood.
And my final minutes.
I wanted to write one last poem.
I wanted to tell you how much I love you.
I love you enough to bleed to death to tell you.
I love you enough to use my blood as ink.
I love you so much.
So with a quill dipped in blood.
I wanted to tell you.
I've always loved you.
I'll always love you.
Any time I was with you I was ontop of the world.
When we were apart.
I felt empty and hollow.
I love you.
So as a last request.
Written in my blood I ask.
Remeber that.
And try to forgive me for the pain I caused you.
More than anything.
For my final wish.
In my final poem.
I ask that you love me as I do you.