And as life

kicked 

me in the stomach,

tripped

me so I tumble,

whipped

my shins

till pools of blood leaked,

pulled 

my leg,

cut 

my tongue,

slit 

my wrists

and made me fall-

I looked at you.

Your eyes were

enchanting,

your warm breath was as

sweet roses,

your arms were

welcoming,

and your hands were

ready to catch-

and so you did.

Right when I was falling-

you caught me.

Right when I was 

down

crawling on my bloody shins-

you helped me up.

Right when my wrists were

bleeding,

and everything was

stinging-

you patched me up.

And now, every time I see you

I notice the

halo,

circling atop your head,

and next to you

I see

an ambulance,

ready to save those

who are not yet

dead.