Shark Attack

So I told him, I have been wounded in the past.

Wounded to a point of no repair, just regret.

I was so daggered by someone's doing that I bled.

Though I didn't realise I was bleeding in front of, 

In front of a shark.

I didn't realise he could smell my bleeding, rotting wounds.

I was so blind that I couldn't see him circling,

Like a vulture waiting for its meal to finally drop.

I was never healed, only distracted,

Occupied to a point where I couldn't see through my eyes.

My flesh was fresh and he could still touch it.

I didn't flinch because I thought my skin was smooth.

It was rough, crusted blood and he knew.

He knew the pain that I had to endure and he did it.

He was the one who made me do it all again.

For some fairytale he made in his head.

In his teeth ridden, blue boat rudder head.

So even though he loved me, I just kept bleeding.

I tried to apply pressure to the wound but I only have two hands.

Every time I woke up, I had about a dozen more.

They're all bleeding and he knows what's coming.

He was only ever there for me when I fell down.

Not when I was floating, just when I sunk.

I was prey to him but I never saw it coming.

I figured if the day came around, I'd just swim away.

But the salt was stuck in my throat,

I was pushing against the tide.

My hands were thrashing in the water,

Sharks cannot laugh and yet he did.

He edged closer to me with an evil intent.

I was oblivious, I almost moved closer to him as well.

I almost swam right into his mouth.

Fed him well on lonely nights where no other targets were in sight.

He just circles in the murky water, waiting for someone to drown.

He saw oceans, he saw birds and still decided to push me down.

Sunlight littered down my face and still he ripped it away.

Green eyes scattered in jars of memories,

He refuses to remember me in my depth of his sea.