"I'm leaving," he screamed,
I could feel my heart crack.
I could tell by his voice,
That he was not coming back.
I tried to respond,
But tears choked my throat.
I had lost my love,
There was nothing to gloat.
I was running out if time,
Before the door slammed shut.
My heart was slices open,
Too deep of a cut.
He gave me one last glance,
And stole my heart once more,
But before I could take it back,
He walked out the door.
{m.w.}
