No more sweet romantic conversations
Our fantasies shattered like breaking glass
I take the razor blade slide it across my hand.
I let it sit there.
Sharp blade cupped into my hands.
Blood trickles to the floor.
My heart cries out for you.
Eyes fill with hopeless romances.
Pain so very strong. No more I love you
Fantasies so very rough, so much joy full pain in one.
The blade cupped in my hand I close my fists.
Never will I bring you to your knees.
No more fantasies love like shattered glass.
Dreams like an unforgiving child.
The blade digs in.
My eyes water in pain.
Blood trickles to the floor.
I fall to my knees grabbing my hair.
Falling down crying with realty.
No more anything with you.

 
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