why dont you seem to understand
the concept of my outstretched hand
the day that you left me was theft
in its purest with nothing left
you stole my heart, my thoughts
my soul, you all bought
but at what a cost
i felt like i had lost
a piece of myself
like a gap in a shelf
all i could grasp was sorrow
please, just let me borrow
a tiny fracture of your life
while i look at you with that knife
penetrated into my chest
begging you to not detest
me for my emotions so deep
that you cant comprehend how i keep
yearning for you
but i dont want to