Your Intentions

True intentions are so
hard to come by.
Our blossoming love came 
here to die.
I beg you not to tell
me another lie. 
I feel the tracks on my cheeks
as I begin to cry. 
Shuddering breaths fill my lungs, 
nails tearing at my skin. 
I try to just breathe in.
As my breathing slow, I 
feel the tracks dry.
I close my eyes on my 
final sigh.