Bloom

Pain blooms like a flower,
As I see you touch her hand,
Your lips brush against hers,
And I don't understand!
Do I run?
Do I start to cry?
Do a scream and yell at you?
Do I cut off her hair?!
But then I think,
I think about this bullshit, I realize that I am not insane,
And I realize as I walk the other way,
You were never worth my blood
From my cuts,
I never loved you enough
To hate you.