I don’t know what it says for me as a person

That deep down I want to see you hurt

To watch rose thorns press themselves to your skin

Purely so I can ease them out

Press my lips to the wounds and bandage them tight

Some sick sense of loyalty

To say ‘I am still here’ 

After watching you bleed and cry

And this thought so deep inside me

Proves me incapable of love

That I would watch you die

Purely for the honour of leading you to the gates

And welcoming you to the afterlife myself

Saying ‘even now, even in death’

‘I am here, and no one else is’