Two Sides

Remembering what was

No more tears to cry
my eyes are dry.
but still they come
no matter how hard I try.

I still remember his touch,
lightly on my skin.
The way he made me feel,
was my greatest sin.

His kiss still lingers,
lightly on my lips.
running smoothly across,
my tiny fingertips.

there was no love in his eyes,
to that i was blind.
I didn't expect him to be so gentle,
or so very kind.

My heart is bleeding,
red and black.
wanting to tell him,
to give my heart back.

red is for the part of me,
that is still alive.
Black is for the part of me,
that took the deadly dive.