Interpretation of Forever

My stitches fitted your scars,

perfectly.

Under the first full moon of May,

delusional,

you kissed me and told me

"My heart is yours!"

You promised me.

Then you ripped mine,

brutally,

leaving my face with blood,

effortlessly.

How wishful of me to think

your forever is 

the same as mine. 

While you kiss her now,

calmly,

speaking words of love,

certainly,

the scars you left on my soul

now fit to the stitches

on your past.

Now I'm watching you,

heartless,

only my shadow hunts you,

speachless.

You feel my soul 

grabbing the parts of you

that you keep hiden.

Ripping every piece,

brutally, 

dancing with your fears,

effortlessly.

How wishful of you to think 

that I won't haunt you 

till your last breath. 

And she, she was just a bonus,

lucky me.