• If I looked him in the eyes,
    Could he bear to break my heart?
    Or would he leave me standing,
    all alone, love yet to start.

    The start, the very beginning,
    when scarred skin once was clear.
    Back when smiles came so easy,
    and he begged to hold me near.

    And then, just one step forward,
    he asked of me, that deed.
    My love for him unbearable,
    I granted him his greed.

    But then the greed grew stronger,
    the deeds became much more.
    Then he chose to leave me,
    he left me bruised and sore.

    I lost faith in all important,
    pieces of my heart, that once was whole.
    Because of a boy who chose to hurt me,
    rather than returning the love he stole.