One drop, two drops, three...

slowly dripping from a tear.

With the loss I become free

as I lay my soul for you bare.

Small puddle shapes into a lake,

the lake forms a mourning sea.

Perhaps this was a mistake;

perhaps this was meant to be.

You occupy my every memory,

though I am but lost on you.

Can you hear my whispered plea?

Every word I speak is true.

Crystal water turns to wine

as the ocean steadily bleeds.

Your thorns painfully twine

around my heart - it speeds.

You take and take, never give;

till I run out of options to shout.

Nothing to stop you - just leave,

you quickly mend in with the crowd.

The hurt, loneliness, and despair,

it all gushes out of my wound.

I'm left hollow, filled with air

and my whole future is ruined.