Poetry

You.

I saw you today
You and your own blood
You looked so happy
So happy without me
Then you were gone
And I was looking for you
Then I found you
In the middle of a crowd
My heart was racing
My hands were shaking
We talked.
Suddenly you decided to go
You used your own blood as an excuse
What a bad excuse, love
You've never been good with excuses
I dare to say that, because I know you
And you know me
Better than anyone on this planet
You should've been honest
Honest about how you feel about me
If you felt anything at all
You decided to leave me at my worst
When I needed you more than anything