My Love

I saw you in the rain, my love, my heart frozen and standing still.

You held a knife in your hand, my love, your fingers itching for the kill.

You cut a piece of your hair, my love, and handed it to me soft.

Then you ran away from me, my love, cutting our string of fate off.

The tears you cried, I saw, my love, I tried to brush away.

I held your hand, my dear, my love, but all you wanted was to stray.

You hold a piece of me, my love, as I still keep this piece of you.

But then you threw it on the ground, my love, as if to say “I give up too.”

I watched you in the rain, my love, your eyes wide and breathing going low.

I held a knife in my hand, my love, my fingers cold as snow.

I gave you some of my hair, my love, so that you could remember me.

Then I ran away, my love, to someplace that you couldn’t see.

I cried lonely tears for you, my love, but I wouldn’t let you wipe them away.

You desperately held my hand, my love, a feeble attempt to make me stay.

You stole a piece of me, my love, as I have stolen one from you.

But then I dropped it on the dirt, my love, my eyes clearly speaking “I decide to give up too.”

But then you held me in your arms, my love, and you never let me go.

You told me that you loved me, my love, and that’s all I really wanted to know.

Then you went your separate way, my love, while I am still standing near.

Now I am wishing with all my heart, my love, that you were still with me here.

I told you that I liked you, my love, and that will never change.

Then I walked down the muddied road, my love, the pain in my heart feeling rather strange.

I knew that you were still standing there, my love, wishing that I was still standing near.

And when I said “Goodbye”, my love, your heart wasn’t the only one that started to tear.