If I Was Wiser, I Would Have Known

She holds my hand,
And her hand is warm,
He stares at me,
Trying to find why I love her.
She is an outcast, an accident.
But I love her.
Then all changes
Like a giant storm across a tiny forest
They split
He tries
But he does not realize I love her.
Then it happened
Like a dice, sudden and unpredictable
Then me, like a dwarf, so forgetful
Morning comes, like a new moon
And she lies there
I hold her hand
This time with fear
It is cold, as cold as the winters ice
I cry and decide to go to the blade
He doesn’t try to stop me
Until I already have the scar
She was little
I was older
The reason is, I should have known.
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