The Knife across my Heart...

A new mutation...destroying me now in hopes to rejuvenate and rise from the ashes of this fire that now consumes, tears me down and kills every hope, dream, memory, every kiss, kills the need to feel his skin againts mine.
He was my all and like a dog out in the rain he left me, not a word, not a connection, without a reason.
He quickly moved on as I laid there hoping the love would save me....but there isnt love...there never was...only stories, only lies, only fake actions and words holding no feeling.
As I realize that he never love me, that taking a chance on someone new is worth more than giving fire to this dying heart.
I watch him slowly destroy the person whose love is the purest hell ever experience.
My love for him will never die but this heart will never dance to the beat of his heart, this body will never be warmed by the touch of his hand. These lips will dry like dessert sand...like the north wind...I will have no master but yet I will always have one, even if we never be one again!

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