Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)

Stabbed

I was smiling, while you were singing
I said to my self, "You are the best thing"

You held my hand like it was the best
You looked at me like you forgot the rest

It was perfect, I can't imagine more
I have never felt this before

But then somewhere, I felt some pain
I looked at my chest, there was a blood stain

I looked at your hand, you were holding a knife
You stabbed my heart, you almost took my life

I went home crying with tears of sorrow
You chose to hurt me, like there wasn't tomorrow

Damn, what did I ever do to you?
Damn, was your love even true?

Years had passed since we last had that spark
But look at my heart, there is still a mark

Did you regret what you did to me?
Or are you happy with the pain that you see