Slipping.

i don't get it how when the last petal falls it's an instant recall of the past. i remember how it happened all so fast i had to wish to make it last. and even that was made with false hope while i was trying to cope with the world and how it was going to be. looking back i can see all the cracks in us how it could never have worked out how you couldn't make me believe you no matter how loud your shouts. i'm sorry i didn't see it wasn't you it was all me. this time i've come to terms with myself. this time i've learned. but it's too late to stop the burn. there's no cure for the broken-hearted. no prevention it creeps up without warning before it's started. and when its over what do you really have to show? you've been made a fool but there was no way you could havw known. afterwards you look into the face of the one who meant so much you wonder how you could have felt something so real for someone so fake you ask who were they to take me? so cold to touch now you make a solemn vow with one last kiss you trace the lines he drew on your wrist. make a wish for the knife to slip and take you away. far away fovever. to be laid to rest. all emotion to be squeezed from your chest. you've done all you can do this seems so right and finally you choose to slip. love michelle.