Your love is like spilled ink
My heart is like paper
The more I try to wipe you away
The more you spread
Infecting every inch of me
I try to erase you
Only to tear myself in the process
The harder I try
The more I fall apart
Until there is nothing left
But tattered pieces
Of ink and useless paper

I know you are too good for me
But that won’t stop me from trying
To be good enough for you

Lighting lights the night sky.
Dread felling you insides.
Thunder rumbles, crashes , rolls across the night.

A drop plops! Then another soon
A rythem begins against the concert.
You watch with shock as the blood drips.
Felling your mind with images of stain skin.

The mixture of rain and blood,
Swirls, circling the drain
Flowing away from the sin that was committed.

Lighting flashes! Lighting up the frozen horror.
Rain rolls down following the trail of old tears.
Washing away the last emotion shead.

The final screams gone with the wind.
The cascading rain fades,
The thunder dies down
Leaving in the wake
Dead silence.

The ones I try
so desperately to please
Are the same ones
That have disappointed me

Why am I still seeking
Approval and love
In places where
I will never be enough

You were her muse
Every time she picked up her pen
Undoubtedly she knew
Her clumsy heart fell again