Why?
Why would you leave me in a dead silence?
A place where my every demon lies.
A place with too much room for speculation.
A place where the knife burrows itself ever so close to my heart.
A place where injustices swirl.
A place with no hope to love that girl
I check for a response, to find none.
She reads and then leaves.
It takes two to have a conversation.
It takes two to be in a relationship.
But, hell I guess I'm not the right one.

Why do you let him hug you?
Why do you let him touch you?
Why don't you want me to confront him?
Because he is only a friend.

When our relationship came to an end,
You went crawling back to him.
What a great friend
who took you from me.

And left me to die in the end.

I stand at less than 5 feet,
yet I seem tall.
When I am faced every morning,
with a decision, it depends on my height.
Am I willing to shrink again,
return to the view of the forgotten world?

I never fail to fall,
When I try to stand taller.
So sometimes I wonder,
who my oppressor might be.
What is the invisible roof,
that limits my growth.

That roof is no other than myself.
I've decided to stay down here
in the forgotten world.
To avoid entering
a whole new world of hurt.

I nestle the warmth around me
as the sun moves on to tend the rest of the world.
I wave goodbye
by the little oil lamp,
my only source of light.

So I descend into a sleep,
so deep I almost feel like I am moving up.
And there I am chasing the sun back to my side of the world.
Only to wake up once again.

Her mother bore her at a young age,
A simple, unforgiving mistake.
I felt pity for her but not as much
as I admired her.

She is beautiful,
And for some time I courted her heart.
But she left me there
leaving me open to the cold world.

They've changed her.
She is no longer the girl I fell in love with,
But one who continues the loop
Towards another mistake like her mother's.

I try to protect her.
To scare away the vultures,
but it is impossible
to scare them away from their newest prey.

Who am I?

I am a fool;
Who knows not that electricity shocks him
Nor that the knife cuts him
Nor do I know that love is lethal.

But alas I am a fool;
Many are willing to take advantage of this
While I am lost
In the bliss of love

They say that love is anesthesia
That it dulls the pain,
But in my opinion
All it does is bring it back again.

And so I am left
to pick up the pieces,
of the fool
who once loved.

Do you love me?

It's been less than a year
Since I met you here.
I didn’t know you well
But well enough to know
That I loved you.

Yes, you’ve broken my heart
But I want to give you another chance
To fix it.
I still have those old stitches
But when you pull them away
It will be a new slate
Fresh with no pain.

Love me back or not
At least I know I fought.
I fought a war to gain your love
And though I may have lost
It was at no cost.

Only a few more stitches