C.U.T. A.G.A.I.N.

My eyes burn,
As they look for you at every turn.
Tears flow from them,
Like water from a broken urn.
They look for you everyday,
Hoping you will come back from the point of no return.

But everything looks long lost.
All the battles long fought.
The moments we spent together,
Are not the same as we thought.

I look up to the sky,
And rain drops fill my eyes.
But instead of healing my wounds,
They cut me up and leave me to die.
And you keep on coming back to hit me,
No matter how far I try to fly.
(Inspired by Nayan Tarse-Dev-D)