Broken Love

Teeter-tottering back and forth between I love you’s and goodbye’s,
Scarlet blood pales in contrast to the truth that slowly dies,
His touch sings heavenly to this hellish fear,
Can he not see this hidden tear?

Hushed screams and smug frowns begin to wilt,
As pain upon this reality is built,
On your knees you beg for him to stay,
What would happen to your heart if he were to go astray?

Gripping his hands you attempt to hold him close,
But the temptation is served as a double dose,
It hurts; this is all you know as he pulls free,
All the lines have been crossed, all the boundaries,

Love was never meant to be,
Not for a girl as ugly as me.
Published: 4/6/2011
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