The first time you told me you loved me, you were looking down at the counsel. You couldn't look up and it sounded more like an apology than anything else. You couldn't look at me at all, maybe it was because you knew you wouldn't be able to hold on to me for too long and you were sorry you had fallen in the first place. Maybe you couldn't look at me because you never wanted to fall, you tripped. We were both slammed into the pavement from falling so hard and everyone around you was screaming for you to get up. They told you that I would leave you there in a puddle of your own blood when I got what I wanted. But what nobody knew was that I didn't mean any harm. I still had a warm beating heart. That is until I watched you take her hand as she reached down to help you up and you left me to bleed out on the cold lifeless pavement.