you said you'd always be there
to hold my hand
and tell me
everything will be ok

but now
2 months later
i'm dying
and you're too busy
******* some girl
that doesn't mean a thing

its 2:13
and i'm a mess
because i thought of you again
and the blood and tears
taste no where as sweet
as your lips

you got to know me
really got to know me
you ran your fingers against my flaws
you sewed up my pieces when they fell apart
you wiped up the blood when it leaked through the bandages
and you kissed away the tears that came
when you said you'd never leave me
and i told you you would
but you wouldn't believe me
but now i'm sitting here alone
staring at the ceiling
with blood on the sheets and tears on my cheeks
and i wonder if you knew all along