Cracked Lips and Broken Wrists

You left, if only for some time

It hurt me, but who am I to whine?

You gave me more than I deserved

To stay with me more would be absurd

So now to what you did, I hold this knife in my hand

With despair and your demise, I lean towards the end

I’m sorry I wasn’t enough,

But your lies were rough

Say I love you tomorrow

As I drown in my blood with sorrow…

Author's Note

It's short, but I like it.