Scarred Poem by Amber Jones

Your words slice through me like razors,
Each blade carving a deep, clean cut across my soft heart,
Scaring me forever.
I knew all along, and how ignorant of I, that my love would never last a lifetime.
The blood, deep, scarlet blood, pours out from far within my heart,
Corresponding with the tears that happen to escape through the gateways to my soul.
These soft, gentle blue eyes flood with the pains and fears you have so graciously left behind,
Longing for your being, your touch.
A rose, delicate in its prime, wilts as the essence of our love slowly fades into nothingness.
And thus, we are no more.