when did things go wrong?

June 30, 2011
He stands above me
with the hand that once loved me
forming a fist in the air.

Those eyes,
those beautiful brown eyes that once adored me
are shooting cold daggers into mine.

Me, the girl he once loved
the girl he once cherished.
am now the girl lying on the floor hoping this memory will perish

When and where did things go wrong
and why am I still laying on this ground,
why am I not gone?

The hand that once loved me,
the hand that just stroke me.
is reaching down to help me up

Those eyes that were once bright with love,
those eyes that tuned so cold
are now begging for forgiveness,
forgiveness I can't with-hold

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