They held hands and danced in poetic romance,
their minds overcome with love; in a trance.
They drank and danced the night away
as their mind's demons came out to play.
Lost soulds of two lovers prancing about,
about to begin, about to find out.
His love for her was simply a lie,
her love for him, she could not deny.
He told her he loved her, she could only believe,
determined to keep him; tempted to leave.
Emotions, a burden; ripped from her chest,
she wanted to love him, to give him her best.
She gave him her all, all that he wanted,
she gave him his needs, and then became haunted.
He'd never loved her, and never would,
Yet she'd given in, as he'd told her she should.
There was no romance, no true love,
She felt her stomach drop, she felt her heart shove.
All along she'd know what to do,
knew he was using her, his love wasn't true.
And to this day, many months later,
she still loves him, and knew that he hate her.
The mention of him could make her heart stop,
make the blade cut, and make her blood drop.
