Being between life and death

A hopeless romantic

Why can't she say?

Why should he snatch her out of my arms?

I just stand there.

mouth growing tighter and tighter.

thats it.

Get out I hollered.

thats how I find myself.

I mutter.

This is what I get.

I walk over to the lane.

Well that's one way to get out of a weak heart.

die.

I then fall, But he still breathed and lived/

The next time.

Wont be this soon.

A boy.

Down the lane.

I haven't seen him.

Yet.

(This was a black out poetry I did.)