He places his hand on my cheek
I look into his eyes
He looks into mine
But all he sees are mascara tears
He looks down at my wrist
And sees my pain
He sees the story of what I was
And what I have become
The scars on my wrist are proof
Of how much I love him
And how much I hate myself for hurting him
And the people I love
He is the only person that understands
The only person that feels the same way
He kisses my cheek
And tells me it will be OK
I love him
But, does he love me?
I hold my wrist
Covered in my own blood
He takes my hand
And gently touches were I have releases my pain
He says everything will be fine
And I believe him
He holds me tight
And lets me know he cares
I look into his eyes
And see tears roll down his cheek
I watch as the tears fall down
Slowly like rain
With no rush
Like they have all the time in the day
As I watch the tears fall I think to myself
How can something so destructive be
so beautiful?
Does he realize how much he has torn me apart?
How much of my heart he has taken with him
EH holds my head to his chest
And I listen to his heart beat
It is soothing
Like the song that runs through my veins
And keeps me alive
I look up and he leans in to kiss me
He pulls away
And just when he is about to tell me
How much he loves me
I bounce back to reality
It was only a dream
And that is all it will ever be
Love is not true
It is only unreal
If you think about it
It is just a thought that taunts us
