I turn and look away from you
as the awkward silence grows...

Her fists are flying
her opponent on the ground...

The taste of your kiss still lingers on my lips,
I remember what you smell like...

Its impossible
to race the speed of pain...

I gaze at you
and wonder...

She walks into her bathroom,
pulls out her favorite knife...

Your not doing any good
by taking back all your stuff...

I waited for you
by the old oak tree...

These suicidal thought
crowd in my mind...

Sitting in class
my heart races with anticipation...

I've never found the right words
nothing seems good enough...

I tore down the foundation of where we began in...
Where once we stood as high school sweethearts...