Love and Hate..

This girl

there was a ravishing girl in my class
whose smile was bittersweet,
you believe her vivid happy act until her aching eyes you meet;

this girl so amazingly gorgeous has a hallow
heart,
dissected like a flower slowly pulled apart,
she had a memoir on her wrists,
each scar a work of art;

this girl I met last summer has left not long ago,
stories written down her wrists and
the people that had to go;

her scars she always romanticised explaining them with grieve,
of all the things she had done and the ones that she could have ;

one for the people who left
crying tears of red in vain,
two for all the mistakes she'd made hoping the
blade will take away the pain,
three for her long lost lover who never
made her smile,
and yet he left her sickened with bitter tasting bile,

her salty tears unnoticed
the blade her only friend,
the only prayer she had now was for her life to end.

(Updating after so long!, Hope y'all like it)