yearning

Well I stumbled upon your knife for the tenth time In the row, it's like begging for love that doesn't even exist, yearning for love that I hadn't received since I was ten, You stand where rot and memories intertwine, Echoes of my father in your eyes, it stains. In the mirror, with your eyes wide, chase imaginations, ask for love, In your eyes, my father's gaze I find, Dark hazel chasing, Please don't say you love me, I wouldn't believe you anyways even if you did so.