Blue eyes cut like knives straight to my heart Pictures of you in my brain came up on the scan The doctor said "what is going on here?" I just silently ran and excused myself from the memories yelling back with ease, "I'm sorry but this week has been hell" A good fall followed by a broken heart What more can I withstand? His words were like a poison dart Every tear is an emergency Every sigh an undone stitch this is what it feels like to be stuck in a ditch to be alone in the dark to be lost in the sea to be confused in a city So I gathered my pieces the ones he blatantly crushed and put them back together in a dizzy Vicodin rush The nurses never caught up Him and I never spoke again And if you see either persons around, tell them, come Saturday, this will finally be the end