as i lay,
against a bed.
standing upright,
the light over my head.
i look to a light,
to only see three.
three shadows,
of the girls that be.
soon to see,
the two out of three.
putting on gloves,
and walking towards me.
as a table is lifted,
knives in the clutter.
i try to break free,
only to find i was being held.
against the bed,
as i see the light fade.
i watch to see my two latest loves,
gloves on their hands.
as my first love stood,
against awall in my head.
as me and my first watch,
as the knife slides down.
i watch as my last,
reaches in.
not feeling pain,
since emotion was drained.
as she pulled out a dry heart,
dusting and decrepid in the wind.
i look down at it,
then to my first.
as i see a corner,
flourished in color.
i look to the two loves,
a questionable look in my eyes.
i quietly wonder,
why one part is fine.
i slowly close my eyes,
as i drift away.
only to wake up,
on a gloomy day.
i watch the rain fall,
only to smile.
"you're the only one",
i say.
"that meant anything,
those days."
as i look to the mirror,
and imagine a colorless heart.
only to have color,
in one certain part.
two out of three,
had drained me of my blood.
but only one,
didn't know love.
the one that i let get away,
not lie to me.
and try to stay,
i smile at the rain drops.
slowly thinking,
she's a perfect model.
of a perfect girl,
only to be idled.
i smile and walk,
only to dream the dream....... again.