She stands on a cliff,
Looking down at the rocks below,
questioning if her heart will stop before she hits them.
She remembers her mom’s voice,
the last thing she ever said;
“you’ll be ok.”
She looks at her wrists,
hearing the words she whispered,
as the knife slid across her skin;
“you’ll be ok.”
As she readies her body to jump,
she feels his arms around her.
His lips brush her neck,
and she braces herself for that deadly phrase.
Instead,
she hears the one thing that can save her.
“I love you.”
~Ash~
Ashton Rose 