Unsent Messages

I wrote some poems about you. I know they're shit but I put all my feelings into my notes app and hoped for the best. Do you know how it feels like to be stabbed in the gut? Probably not. I don't either but I can imagine the feeling of emptiness for a split second in your stomach. Terrifying isn't it? Before the pain and aftermath of the wound there's a moment of sheer nothingness, confusion, cold steel against your flesh. You wouldn't leave me would you? You wouldn't stab me and leave me bleeding on the floor right? I hope you don't but at the same time if that is to ever happen to me I hope you're the one that does it. You being the last thing I see before drifting away gives me some sort of comfort. This is getting weird isn't it? It's late, I should go to bed