passing by on the streets
talking
cracking the same jokes.
but it's not the same.
it'll never be the same.

Ex boyfriends are good for nothing more
than a pounding between the eyes and
a chomp down on the inside of a cheek,
resulting in a warm metallic taste, similar
to the one of your last shared kiss.

Thank you, ex-lover
For teaching me my true worth.
For showing that you cannot love
Based on a smile.
And thank you, *******
For teaching me to stick up for myself.
Because if it wasn't for your insults
I'd be defenseless.
Thank you, ex-lover
For cheating on me.
By doing so, you gave me a chance
To leave.
Thank you, ex-lover
For ruining me.
Because falling to the bottom only
Made me climb higher than I was.
And finally, ex-lover
Thank you for being so cruel
Now I know certain traits
To keep an eye out for and to avoid.

You knew that I would fall apart,
the night you texted her
to come over.
left me wondering what other lies you told me, what truth you told her.

I can't look at you the same,  knowing what I tried to get back in my life ,you told me I wasn't enough, that you thought the burning sensation of alcohol was more of a flame than our love ever was.

you both knew id be burning inside that night, both of you knew you had killed the love of a first love.

I don't ask for your love anymore.
I realize the pain will stop, and I am a queen and you are not worthy.

only small minds believe
putting others down
makes themselves bigger

When I look at her I see pain.
In the dark nights I hear her silent pleas.
She screams about the rain.
How it never stops.
How it's pounding her Brain.
Yes down falls the rain.
Yesterday night she fell weak to the blade.
Told me she'd be strong.
Promised nothing would go wrong.
I went to bed only in the morning to hear her gentle voice say...
"I'm sorry I wasn't strong."
It's okay I replied. You made it through the night.

My head isn't in it
Of course I love you
Heart is in it
My head isn't  

I've been destroyed
All that's left is not me
I've been turned into worry
I was that strong tree

Now I am a flower
That bends to the will of the wind