Id Tell You But Then Id Have To… Poem by brianna Plancarte

Kill you? No, lets not be so dramatic
It was your knife in my back not the other way around
It was my kiss that sold my soul to you my laugh gave you something to steal
You were suppose to steal my heart but whats this?
Whats this…
I feel empty with…..nothing because that's what happens when these things happen
You stole everything from me and let me lay here
Is that blood? No it's just tears
Ill just lay here then thinking of when I fucked this up
Because that's what is is right? My fault?
Ours?
Yours?
Odd the things you think about when you have a knife in your back