You shrug it off,
You turn your head,
Deny the truth,
And leave me for dead.

It's you I love.
It's you I need.
But it's you,
who leaves me to bleed.

As you turn to go,
You fail to see,
The void you leave,
Deep inside me.

Don't you get it?
Can't you see?
I am you,
as much as you are me.

Rose Preston

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leave-me-to-bleed/