In The Dark

In the dark
I waited all night
For the one I thought could be right.
But he never came
Not even a note
And for that reason comes this poem I wrote.
This is written from sadness and grief.
From tear drops that I cry in defeat
As the one that I love turns his back on me
And does not even have the courtesy to set me free.
Free from the burden I carry.
The burden of love from which I grow weary.
The burden of shame that makes me cry
The burden of hate made by a lie.
A lie that started this whole mess
A lie that now stains my white dress
With stains of red from the blood I shed
The blood I shed from the knife of lead.
The knife of lead from its mysterious owner
That I swear I just saw from the corner
Of my eye in the black of the night
But because of my grief I put up no fight.
As I lay with lifeless eyes
I saw the person of my demise
The one who stabbed me in the back
The one who planned the master attack
And who would have guessed
It was the one of my dreams
The one I thought was right for me.
The one who came so late at night
To make sure my life never took flight.