At twelve, I saw you through my window,
Wondering when you'd be back.
At three, I lay dying,
My heart wonded; the knife in your hand.
Tell me, didn't my betrayed eyes flash before your own,
When you watched me fall?
Didn't our times haunt you,
As my smile faded;
As my life did?
At four, you were gone.
So was I.
Everything lay still;
My body, the time, my eyes that didn't hold sparks anymore.
Everything but the blood seeping around,
And that single tear that I hope breaks you one day.
Breaks you and trips you.
The tear that contained my wish,
That life doesn't trip you, but shoves you;