Your to good for me
Even in my dreams ,
You love me for me
Even when I am falling apart at my seams
Yet I don't know why you hold on to me
But I feel I should leave and let you live and spread your wings
Because I feel as if I shoukd not be apart of your dream

As I lay in your bed
I most confess my feelings I have never said
What I feel inside is dead
But yet I can't leave your bed
Cause I am chained to this bed with my regrets

It desperately pleads with me as I turn it between my fingers.  
It knows what I'm contemplating; dreading its own death, a slow sinking to the murky depths.  
It's time to follow through;  
A quick flick of the wrist and the deed is done.  
I imagine my flat stone screaming in terror as it skips across the lake's tranquil surface.  
My imagination is twisted.