She Was Beautiful

I bet when she got close enough to you
she smelled like roses.
I bet the shine in her eyes
reflected something in you
that made your lips smile.
I damn well bet somewhere under your
steel-gray dress shirt
and graphic tee
there was a heart that beat
for her.
And it was crushed
just as easily
as it came.
Because when blood spills
out the tips of your fingers
and breath out the hole
in your chest,
that's when all senses
go numb
and all flames
extinguished
with your wrists.

But she was worth it.