And he said “I’m sorry”
And then he left
And then I’m left
Standing there wondering what to do next
My first thought is to run to you
While my limbs are still holding on by a thread
But it’s not the first time
And it won’t be the last
That I hear your voice in my head
“Don’t come crying to me when
Inevitably he leaves again
Because I’ve picked you up off the ground
Piece by piece
Too many times
And I know you can’t see your own blood
Through your rose coloured glasses
But I can
And I can see mine too
And I’m done bleeding out for this man who doesn’t care about you
Like I do”
So my tendons snap
And my shoulders fall to the floor
And I sit
And watch my blood pour