The Game of Love

It's about the pain of losing someone you loved and you thougth loved you.

  As I stare at an old ripped picture of you my heart begin to ache.
  The pain I felt when I saw your new love still burns within me.
  If I only had the chance to turn back time.
  Feel your touch.
  Taste your sweet kisses once more.
  As I lie here in the dark,  visions of you and her run through my tortured soul.
  Tears cloud my sight as my heart slowly shatters like glass.
  What I once loved lay in shards before me.
  I feel the cold, steel blade brush across my wrist,
  And warm blood spill in crimson drops.
  I stare mesmorized as numbness consumes me.
  A small puddle has now surrounded my frail form.
  The words I speak are few, but pain is evident.
  True love exists only to shatter those who believe.