He swept me off my feet and then dropped me to the floor.
Grasping my hand he pulled me up and tripped me over once more.
I looked into his eyes and no upset nor horror did I see.
But joy and happiness were upon his face, oh this boy was filled with glee.
Stumbling to my feet, I watched him smirk as I winced and cried out in pain.
Stood there dazed, clenching my left thigh I felt it burn and ooze blood from a vein.
A hand caressed my back and another clasped my right hand.
He pulled me into a ballroom dance, thought I could hardly stand.
Face to face we came so close, our noses almost kissed.
A whisper in my ear "Getting even" and that was what he wished.
He was so alive and so content, I almost forgot that I myself was dying.
And with every spin and dip and jolt he lead, I heard his body lying.
Maybe I am wrong but this boy himself was scorned.
No doubt that could be a reason, but still I should of listened to all those who warned.
One last push now he gives it his all, to which I smack the ground.
His work is done, so he walks away and I wait till I am found.
Now here I am and discovered I never was, but rescued, rescued I became.
And yes I take all the credit, I count it as my fame.
To me, myself and I do thank, I did it on my own.
A mere broken heart could never kill me, I believe I've made it known.
He swept me off my feet and then dropped me to the floor.
I stood straight back up and showed this boy the door.