I know you think I’m a foolish little girl
When the naïve words “I love you”
leave my withering lips
but baby I know my love is true
So don’t you doubt me.
And I know you think you hurt me
Only mentally
When you shattered my heart
But when I held that cold metal against my
Already stained wrists
The color of beautiful roses
Though I am not nearly as beautiful
As a rose
(I seem to have gone off topic)
When I held that cold metal
It wasn’t my hand holding it
All I could see was yours
And I could see your big eyes
Staring at me telling me
“I don’t want you.”

(p.h.) (j.r.)