He's falling asleep.

She's falling apart.

Shattered china on the floor.
Lots of slammin' of the doors.
You grab my hair, I break apart,
I shoot an arrow through your heart.

You pin my body on the wall.
My knees give up, you break my fall.
We hit each other where hurts the most.
I am your demon, you are my ghost.

We grip and pull and scratch and cry.
I love you boy, but that's a lie.
You smoke the pain and burn my skin.
We forget the hurt and again begin.

We've carved the wounds, we've done the harms.
You embrace me in your tired arms.
Though hopeless love, we've made the choice.
At last we seek each other's voice.
*In the Echoes of Silence.

Dear Hello Poetry Poet,

Hypocrisy
Is what you say
It's what you do
Everything I hear
In every "I. Love. You."

❤❤❤

You want her, You love her.
I want you, I love you.
You don't want me, You don't love me.
She only needs you, She doesn't love you.

You feel about her, The way I feel about you.
I feel your pain, I feel what you do.

The point of all this?
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I show you sympathy and mercy.
Unlike you do for me.

So much hypocrisy
But it doesn't matter to me.

Cause as much as you say you love her, I love you that much more.
And as much as you say you'd do for her,  I'd do for you that much more.
❤❤❤

Now...
Tonight as you lay by my side, thinking about her while you're holding me tight and you find this letter here on Hello Poetry, I hope this may help you to understand,  that although I think you're an amazing man, you're hurting me like she's hurting you.

There's nothing left to say or do...
This hypocrisy is killing me and it's certainly not helping you...  

Just never forget about The Girl Who Loved You. ❤