The Last Tear Drop

Sharp, bitter and cold,

She shed it like blood,

Dropping from a double edged rusted sword,

Shredding her heart into two.

One piece covered with rust,

Another piece covered with blood.

I saw her hold her heart with trembling arms,

She then pulled it side by side,

Shredding it further painfully.

I run to stop her but,

She kicked me away and far with her right foot.

Her left foot waiting for me to bounce back,

So it could kick me away and further.

Her head high up waiting for me to bounce back again,

So it could kick me away to the furthest.

It was clear to me,

That stopping her was a threat.

I shouted from a far

\”Stop hurting yourself more?\”

And she shouted back

\”It is my last TEAR DROP!\”

I felt my heart shutter into pieces

Too many and some so small and to mend

I love to see her smile,

I love it when she is soft and sweet

The last tear will turn her in the most hardest and bitter

Not forgetting rough.

Should I just keep away

And believe that truly

It is her last tear drop?

Or should I keep teasing?

But I think she would still say

\”This is my Last Tear Drop!\”