Bleeding

Exhausted by the ups and downs of my emotions.
Given plenty of advice as to what to do, what not to do but
I continually bleed.

She hates me now.
I hear it in her latest poem.
Bitterness and resentment seeps from her words...

I am all over the place and can't seem to stop
thinking about her...
It just has to get better, doesn't it?

I was at a dance tonight and watched woman slow dance
They looking into each others eyes,
hands of familiarity on each others waists, shoulders...so gentle and loving.
I sat watching and my heart ached and I almost burst into tears.

This is what I lost. This is what we lost.
I am blood soaked.