Slicibg through like a knife,
Filling you with invisible wounds
As you quietly bleed out.

You said, "I love you still"
And the words are like boulders on my back,
Crushing me, like how I drowned our love
Because we were just momentary.

Waltzing with my hand intertwined with death
Has never been a greater fate,
You'll keep pulling that knife out of my chest,
But you'll always be too late.

Scars fading away,
Along with the memories
Of the hurt and decay,
The endless stories,
Coming back fresh,
Regaining their life on paper,
Carving into the flesh,
Disappearing later.

I think too much
it hurts too much
so I clean it all out with soap
but
       the
             soap
                       burns
and the pain hurts so comfortably

Its okay to have fewer friends than others
Its okay to be yourself
I never knew that before
I wish i did
Its okay to love another woman
I know i do
Its okay to write your feelings
I know i do
But i do as no one listens
No one listens as i talk
I talk too much
Im too annoying
I never found them to be annoying
I sit there and listen
I hear all their problems
Their minor inconveniences
But as i make an attempt to tell mine
I talk too much
Thats why i write
Thats why i wrote the letters
Theres only one attempt left for me
I’ll be listening from the stars

Goodbye.
What else should i say?
It's better for me to go,
Than to suffer and stay.

You probably wouldn't care anyway,
Just read this and throw it away,
I wrote it like it was a story,
And for that i am truly sorry.

I could describe
everything about you
having never met you -
recite your words
like a Silverstein poem,
sketch every
imperfection, and
feel every embrace.

So believe me
when I say you're
the one I've always
wanted and that
I loved you before
we met..

I said id stop,
I tried.
I said i wouldn’t,
I tried.
I didn’t want to,
I apologised,
I tried.
I tried my hardest,
Its still not enough,
I tried.
Im sorry.