Love

And when you weren't here anymore
I felt the blood drip down my skin-
not from cuts,
but from something deeper.
I felt the pain in places I didn't know could hurt.
I felt the tightness in my throat,
the pounding headache from crying too hard,
the shallow breaths I couldn't control.
And now that you're gone,
I let it hit me.
All the things I refused to feel
because I was too focused on you.
Even when you twisted the knife,
even when you kept twisting the knife,
I was still thinking about your eyes...those darn eyes
Because the eyes never lie.
Right?
I saw it-
the love, the softness, the way you used to look at me.
So why did you leave
with blood-stained hands, and why was I bruised? 
Maybe you didn't see it.
Maybe you thought it was just paint.
Because if you'd seen the way I fell apart,
you wouldn't have abandoned 
what was left of me. (?)

Abandoned