Before You Tell Me You Love Me

Before you tell me you love me. Taste my tears. The tears that will fall from my eyes, slide down my tear stained face and soak into my tear stained pillow. Taste the pain you put me through for lying. You don't love me. Taste my tears, the tears i cry for you everyday. The tears that scream your name as they fall.
Before you tell me you love me, taste my blood. The blood that will flow from my wrist, down my hand and soak into my blood stained carpet. Taste the pain you put me through for lying. You don't love me. Taste the blood that comes from my cut, my wound you have forced me to make. As my tears soak into my tear stained pillow and my wrists bleed away, you tell me you love you. So I'm finding my way through that lie.