Roses of raven black
Lay amongst a graveyard
Of shattered mirrors.
My distorted reflection
Stared back at me angrily
Form the wreckage.
Bloody tears crept down
My milky white cheeks
And dripped into the rubble
Of my emotional outburst.
This is the last time.
My eyes will never again
Shed tears for you.
You are the only one
Who truly knows my heart,
And to use it against me this way
Sends shivers down my spine.
I loved you,
But you left me anyway.
You left me for
The “perfect” girl who
Everyone else knew was fake.
Yet,
On my birthday,
You still managed to send me
The blackest roses
That you could find.
You know they are my favorite.
Why would you do this?
Why would you
Toy with the emotions
Of the girl who would willingly
Bleed for you?
Never mind.
It does not matter.
I will never again
Long for your embrace
Or the tenderness
Of your sweet lips.
Tonight,
I long only for
The delicate kiss of the razor
As it dances across my wrist
And the darkness
That is to follow.
Good-bye my love,
You will never again
Haunt me in my dreams.
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