How i Go

I did it for him,
for us.
I'm scabbed and scarred,
it's dripping puss.

This shouldn't have happened,
i try hard not to cry,
i'm slumped on his floor,
trying hard not to die.

he had a knife,
he started a fight,
knowing how it would end,
i tried to take flight.

I ran from him,
he caught me and stabbed me,
in the heart where he caused the most damage,
so now i can see, we aren't meant to be.

Not now,
at least for a while,
"fuck you, bitch" he said with a smirk as he left me on the floor,
as he tried so hard to hide his pleased little smile at what he's just done, so he started to smile.

by ForgottenLove
posted on 04/14/2008