A2-Nothing

:Goodbye, my almost lover Goodbye, my hopeless dream: The knife carves slowly, etching words and broken hearts into my skin. : I'm trying not to think about you Can't you just let me be?: Nothing but thoughts of you run through my head. : So long, my luckless romance My back is turned on you: We were so close. We almost had something. : Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do: “We were almost lovers” I carve into my arm. Digging in deeper, I carve a scarlet broken heart above my veins. Crimson liquid, shining like rubies, rolls down my arm. Goodbye, almost lover.