Why do you hold a knife so close

Does it mean anything to you.

A heart in need of a bandage

Yet you'd leave me stranded.

What does it take to Gain from you?

But I guess Cupid’s cry too?

I was hoping you’d maybe think “a kiss”

To make it better.

You bring a match to light,

Knowing we’re far from sweater weather.

“I'm the problem”

you say.

Then leave,

In a careful sway.

But you won’t.

I knew that anyway.