What was intended as a delicate touch,
A mere tracing of her name on my skin, turned to scars
Her finger tips pressed too hard
Tearing my outer layer, her palm
Grasped my heart reaching into my inner layer
But when we our hands touched they lined up perfectly,
Love is full of delusion, and not once
did I realize that my fingers out reached hers.
Her words deluded me, she had me at
a point where if she had told me to jump off a cliff,
that she was waiting at the bottom. I would have
before the next beat of her heart.
When she left it felt like I had jumped,
my heart ached as if it had been crushed
by the ground and my weight.
Cause the feeling of weightlessness had vanished,
and was replaced by a heaviness that dragged
Me into an abysmal confusion.
I was bruised, but when I let the daylight in they
faded.
and I learned that ‘is’ turned to ‘was’
‘we are’ turned to ‘we were’
and ‘I love you’  became ‘I use to love you’