Last time I loved, I took a dagger
To the heart.
We were supposed to make it last!
Little did I know
I threw a hundred daggers back
With my selfishness and need for an escape,
While she suffered holding back the needle.
Held her tightly with my clammy hands
As I begged for her on my knees.
"No more lying." I forced out my clenched jaw.
She stared into my deep sunken eyes
And said it would be the last
Moment of her presence, she, my crutch that held
Me up to my dangling life.
I fell hard onto concrete when her love collapsed
And left me down because she never looked back,
But I recovered and rose
Into an unforgiving villian
With a judgement that there is no love
Just tragedies.