Her Instead

Your feelings were dead. 

As you cut the thread. 

Was it as fun at the beginning as it was at the end.

I perused you.

But you wanted me to.

I always saw the evil in you.

Tears dry.

Wounds heal.

It shouldn’t mater how you feel.

But a frail heart isn’t made of steal.

I was hanging by a thread. 

But you wanted her instead.