By one look on his face i knew it all,
He was slowly begining to fall.
I cried for him to come back my heart wept but nothing fell.
Except his lovely soul.
He whispered one very last phrase.
That replaced the look on my face with a little daze.
"I love you" came from his lips.
The same ones i so yerned to kiss.
I screamed "if you love me why would you leave?"
Little did i know he already was before he knew me.
I shouldve known by what he listened to, or maybe by the cuts and bruises on his beautiful arms.
So stupid and immature.
The next time i love it wont be the same for im still inlove for the one who wasnt sane.