maybe the secret to their love was that they didn't know they were in love

My couch is a wasteland,
Pulls me down, I cannot stand.
It scares me that I’m drawn to gore,
I see destruction, I want more.
I don’t know if its anger,
Or if it’s something stranger.
I want to shatter glass,
I need to make this feeling pass.
I want to throw things and scream,
I want to get out of this dream.
Running isn’t satisfying,
I feel like I need to break something.

where's the delete button,
so I can delete you from my life
you gave so much heartbreak,
we loved and then we would strife

where's the delete button
It's hard for me, it's hard for you,
and I know the change is sudden

I am pressing the delete button, but you're still here
every time I look at you my body feels with fear
I get guilty, I could get sad,
my life will start to get really bad.

Its not that I don't want you, but I just don't need you
you came into my life and broke my heart in two
you said you loved me but you knew you didn't
you think it is working,  but we both know it isn't

wheres the delete button so I can delete you
delete the memories, delete the pain
delete everything again and again

I pressed delete.... goodbye

She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?

(LET'S PLAY A GAME OF TAG.)
I'm It.
Chasing after you, chasing-- tag.
You're it.
Game over.
You ended our game,
When you never chased back.

Well,
who would have
thought it would
end like this?

with just what I wanted
in hand
and the painful sense
of regret
when you give away
what you had.

I can find more perfect moments,
In one conversation with you,
Than in everything else I've been through.

I can find more joyful feelings,
In an hour together,
Than I could in the rest of my forever.

I can find more nervous heartbeats,
When you hold my hand,
Than in every trial I've had to withstand.

I can find more calm and comfort,
When you hold me tight,
Than in the warmest bed on the coldest night.

I can find more honest concern,
For me and my health,
From you than I've ever had from anyone else.

I can find more words to say,
But I don't have the time,
And to be honest I'm running out of words that rhyme.