When she turned and walked away,
A little part of me died.
Her smile forever gone from my sight.
Her eyes no longer catching mine.
No longer can I make her laugh,
No longer can I hug and not let go.
She meant so much to me.
Now all that is left is a gaping hole.
So I take this knife
And slice it all the way down.
My wrist explodes with red.
With my own light fading,
I take a finger and write her name in blood.
I die forever by her side.
She doesn't know what she did to me.
Doesn't know how hard it is to see her with someone else.
No matter how much I scream and cry.
She will never again be mine.
I loved her more than any other.
Once again she did not know.
So I will forever suffer, while she continues to go on.
Move on without a backwards glance.
She may look at me.
But she cannot see
What it was she did to me.....
Parker |