The Death of Love

The Death of Love

I'm sorry that I hurt you, I'm sorry that you cried,
Now you're gone forever, and what we had has died.
I never bought you flowers, you said my heart was black;
I've sent a ring of roses, but you're never coming back.

The good times, they were good times. But our fights were really bad.
I took so much for granted, never cherished what we had.
Our last fight was the worst one, I did something I thought I'd never do,
Of all the times we'd argued, I'd never raised a hand to you.

But this time it was different, you'd pushed me over that crumblin' edge;
I can still see you lying there, sprawled out on the bed.
You'd yelled you'd never loved me, that you'd faked it every time,
That you'd been with many others, you were never really mine.

I'm sorry that I hurt you, I'm sorry that you cried,
Now you're gone forever, and what we had has died.
I never bought you flowers, you said my heart was black;
I've sent a ring of roses, but you're never coming back.

I lashed out at you in anger, I grabbed the first thing that I saw;
The two blades glinted in the light, then they became real short.
I looked at you with anger, you looked up at me in pain,
I pulled the scissors out of you; and drove them in again.

Your painful screams were like the thoughts bouncing in my head,
You wailed that awful deathly song, until you lay still on our bed.
I looked down at your body, at that blooming crimson rose,
Your pretty breasts that'll never rise, glistening eyes that'll never close.

I'm sorry that I hurt you, I'm sorry that you cried,
Now you're gone forever, and what we had has died.
I never bought you flowers, you said my heart was black;
I've sent a ring of roses, but you're never ever ever coming back.

I wasn't allowed to attend to send you off, to show my grief;
My soul is dead, tormented, while yours now lays at peace.
I wish I could've stood there, staring down into your grave,
I would've let my tears for you roll rivers down my face.

We might have argued harshly, when times got rocky and rough,
But I'd give away my everything, to have you back, my love.
My life is a lonely emptiness, and I no longer here belong,
I've run away from everything, and I've been running for too long.

I'm sorry that I hurt you, I'm sorry that you died,
I want this feeling of remorse to finally subside.
I can't believe I lost you, my lover and best friend
It's time for me to join you now, this blade'll be my...

By J. Barrett