Thrown To The Wolves.

Falling in love,
falling down,
  falling apart.

You stitched me back together just to rip my seams once more.
Your words haunt me,
follow me,
stab me like knives in my back.
Rip through my heart and tear through my soul.
I come to you with open hands,
love overflowing from my palms.
It drips from my fingers,
onto the floor.
A mighty sting in my chest with each splash to the ground.
Can't you see I'm trying here?
But less obvious, I'm dying here.