You taught me to run with scissors. <br />I broke all the rules under the influence. <br />We always knew it was going to end badly. <br />Still I persisted to defy all regulations. <br />That one must know when falling in love. <br />Sadly, the lesson is always learnt a little too late. <br />Running with scissors, steals control from you. <br />Leave everything in the blind hands of fate. <br /> <br />I was the beaming definition of self awareness. <br />Then there I was. Darting with scissors. <br />You did not place them in my hands. <br />But they were well within my reach. <br />I cannot blame you for my foolishness. <br />Whoever knew scissors could cut this deep. <br />Once an idea is born, it never dies. <br />The idea of you loving me. Forever survives. <br /> <br />What an inconceivable danger. <br />If fate was mine, I would entwine our lives forever. <br />But there would be something, superficial about it. <br />Love must be real and untouched by all powers. <br />For deceiving anothers heart, is deceiving your own. <br />I am glad that I took the scissors, an unregrettable mistake. <br />For the brief moment of power and infatuation. <br />With the chase, the rush, the momentum of it all! <br />Oh, everything we had, everything I will remember. <br />Will suffice the deadly childish fall.<br /><br />Rachel Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/running-with-scissors-2/
