your hand glided up her thigh just as easily as the sharp pain on my wrist. the words fell from your mouth just as easily as the blood falling on this paper, and you'll never know how much I love you
but I'll always know how much you crave her.
her name pops up and you're eyes go wide, I see her name pop up and I start to cry, you don't love me anymore and that's the hardest part, I've given you everything I have and you couldn't even give me your heart,
but that's alright my dear, I'll try to sew up my wrist and place my heart back together, I'll need some help holding it all because it's seem to have shattered.
I'll make the best out of a bad situation. like I always seem to do, and like a good girlfriend I'll put on a fake smile and tell you I love you.
and I hate feeling like there's always someone better, that you're just passing time talking to me in hopes she'll want to get back together. I feel sad and scared because I have no guarantee  that you'll always be there just like you said you'd be,
Actions speak louder than words and if that statement is true, then you don't love me half as much as I love you.