I would be empty,
Unlike Patrick Dempsey,
Wondering what is pouring,
Out of the hole,
In my chest,
When my heart beats,
Red splashes everywhere,
Staining my memories,
Each time,
It gets darker,
And harder to breathe,
Because I can think,
Only of you,
Of us,
You told me,
It was all a lie,
This should be you,
Bleeding to death,
In front of me,
Helplessly pleading,
Hopelessly needing,
My love and presence,
But that’s too bad,
You shoved me away,
Now it’s your turn,
To drown in your own pain,
I dealt with mine a long time ago,
Five months at most,
Not going to boast,
You were never worth, any of the pain,
You caused me and my family,
I thank you for it though,
It made me stronger,
For me,
For him,
And everyone else who loves me,
Unlike you,
And your pathetic lies,
But I can’t help but say “I love you.”