AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.

I asked you, "Please, don't hurt me," Then I placed my trust in your lies, living in a false world that tasted bitter. My trust was like grasping a knife, foolishly believing it was a plaything. Looking into your eyes, I begged, "Promise you won't harm me." Your laugh, hollow and mocking, answered with a false promise. Over time, that knife cut deeply into me. We could have fixed what was broken, I mean 'us", but I was in denial about the knife and just tried to look you in the eyes. The knife; it completely severed, leaving pieces of myself scattered. Broken again, I told you, "This kife is not respectful and I dont know why I can't trust in your lies anymore." Tears fell, for reasons my heart couldn't understand.

You looked surprised and asked, "Are you just going to sit there and watch me while you bleed?" I answered, "No, I'll leave and keep bleeding through my days."