he told me he loved me and it was the beginning of the end. i reached out to grab him but he had no hand to lend. i called out his name and asked if he was foe, or friend. i felt my heart tearing as he was trying to care. he couldn't stop the bleeding. a love too broken to repair. i wrapped myself around him and he said he needed some air. he thinks i'm crazy for taking the good with the bad. there's no way to make him see all of the beauty we had. he walked away claiming i was the reason he was mad.