The knife that you put into my heart,
twists, turns, tears it apart.
Yet it keeps on beating, never stops,
doesn't skip a beat or even hops.
The love that you once had for me,
or was it love? I really can't see.
The love that I have holds true,
it's the one single thread that holds my heart together for you.
What was it about me that you couldn't stand?
My looks- my voice- the touch of my hand?
Whatever it was you made it clear,
never again will we be near.
They say there will be others after you,
But for how long, they don't have a clue.
There's just one thing they don't get,
I want you and nobody else yet.
A discouraging word,
about what you think of me from a friend,
and I see you flirting with her again.
Then slowly a piece of my heart will heal,
only to be scraped raw again and pain is all I feel.
"They" say time heals all wounds,
no matter how deep.
I'm sure that's one promise
"they're" willing to keep.
by Dusti Lenz
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