don't tell me you treasure them,

when you're out there thinking,

of my smile, your voice gets higher; than the way, my heart

used to beat for you.

hands up high

you make me

want to run.

i would catch a bullet

but i'm left behind,

to have them seeking for my smile.

deep down; i held on

onto your words, catching the void, screaming away my feelings

for the night.

does she remember me?

i was torn by her knife.