You cut me open and left me to bleed,
Expecting nothing but me to grieve.
I held my heart to you and cherished yours,
You on the other hand slit mine coarse.
Living from memories for a year,
Day by day silently shedding tears.
Afraid to move on afraid to wait,
Scared to anticipate.
Will I move on or will I lock away my mended life,
Yes I must, I must strife.
But where do I start?