Bits and pieces of half written poems about love 

You said this was the last dare, 

But her veins were already bare, 

Bleeding out in the open 

She lost all her tokens. 

Hopelessly standing there, 

With tears streaming down

You looked away

Pretending that non of this ever happened. 

All she needed was a word, 

But you gave her a look, 

A look she can never forget. 

She lied on the floor, 

Holding on to the last piece of hope, 

Slowly slicing layer by layer

To see if there is anything underneath

She can give to you.