When is it my turn

every moment of her; the bone structure
takes my pulse, and pushes it further
i gave you a little bullet wound;
and pushed my chest against it
To stop the bleeding
Soaking my skin in your crimson
Watching it.
Waiting for it.
I never wanted to kill you.
Please; believe me. Every fibre of my heart is screaming
I have to let you go.
My tongue burns just to say your name
I'll forever hang my head in shame.
I feel it. Your turning limp.
Now tell me.
When is it my turn?