I kill myself in small amounts
With each relationship
That's not about Love.
I no longer blame you
Or your 'gentleman's charm',
Not even those bright,
Sexy,
Playful,
Captivating blue eyes.
No, you have no hold on me!
But then why does my heart
Skip a beat when you look at me?
Why do the butterflies in my stomach
Flutter about each time you smile?
Why do I feel I still need you
After you hurt me so much?
How do you manage
To break down this barrier
I have built to protect myself?
You kill me in small amounts
Because I know this relationship
Is not about Love.
This is just another funeral
And I am just another girl,
Left drowning in my tears...
