The Last

The last thing I know,

The last thing I wanna be;

Is what you want,

To see in me.

The last tears I'll shed,

Are not your cause.

The last wounds are not;

From your verbal claws.

The last pain I'll feel,

Is not your hurtful lies.

The last bliss I'll catch,

Is not the butterflies.

The last time I'll fall,

Is not you tripping me.

The last time I'll fly,

Is not because of your wings.

The last time I'll breathe,

Isn't the air from your chest.

The last time I'll say goodbye,

Will hurt more than the rest.

I'm the last you'll remember.

I'm the last you'll wish for.

I'm the last you'll want here.

The last you'll want to walk through the door.

The last time I'll leave;

I'll leave you behind.

The last time I'll see;

Is when I am blind.

The last time I'll hear,

You begging on your knees,

The last time I'll kindly say,

"Let me go, please."

The last time I'll be,

Gentle with your heart.

Is the last time, last time,

You'll ever tear me apart.