Number 4

WArning: If you have not read "Old Habbits" then "The First Cut" then "Blood Starts Running" do NOT READ THIS!!!

As the blade starts dancing agsin,
I watch the blood slowly stop running,
And I think of the one I'm not proud for.
I want this to be over with...so I deliver the final cut.

IIII. Four
This one didn't hurt...it ticked.
Then I relized why it didn't.
My whole hand was numb due to the lack of blood.

The final cut. The one I'm not proud of.
How quickly I didn't love her.
One second I loved her,the next...
I thought of my first love.

And how we didn't have a long relationship.
And now all I want to do is hold her,
And never let go,
But it's to late.

But when I get the chance,
I'm going to steal her heart,
Like she stole mine,
Four years ago.

It's funny how your life can revolve around one thing.
Right now my life is revolving around the number four,
For many reasons,
I'll give you four.

I dated the girl I talk about now for four months.
One of my past loves stole my hearts four years ago.
These poems have been writen in lines of four.
And I have wrote four poems,all about the same thing.

Four cuts,
Four things I "accomplished,"
All in four months,
The number four...
Is my life.