i rose from my bed this morning.
the creaking wood floor calls out the warning.
that today will be a day just like any other.
then i see remember the date.
i remembered her face.
thinking back on the day you left me.
because i kept my love hidden...where even you couldn't see.
today would have been our third anniversary.
and the first anniversary of the day they buried me.
i step out of the shower.and look in the mirror.
i take a second to observe the scars along my arms...wrist..legs...
where i find your initials carved in firm stead.
ill never lose these scars... they are here to remind me...
of the women i loved...the one that left me.
ill see you today, as i do every day...
and here those words you love to say.
"Dylan, i hope your doing okay."
ill pinky swear i am.... but inside i know I'm rotting.
but along the way this heart of mine...still there was plotting.
and so i found another, in a way i never saw coming.
and its now to her charms i find myself succumbing.
you pushed me to the edge of death, i almost took my own life.
and in this moment...I'm in love with her, and have never felt more alive.
i work up the courage, after all this time loss.
to slowly take a marker and cross.
your initials from the mirror. which i always caught in a glance.
i smile at the mirror. and whisper to the whole world.
"you should have killed me, when you had the chance."
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