So,
I feel as though,
I messed you up,
Like, I shouldn't have even allowed what happened,
Happen.

I feel like I'm responsible for any hurt you're feeling,
But "I'm sorry" isn't gonna help.
"I still love you" won't change anything.

So,
I don't know,
Did you really want me in your heart,
Even though I was slowly corrupting the innards of your heart,
Slowly changing you,
Making you someone you weren't?

So, do you actually still want me,
Even though I've made it clear,
That things won't end well -
Simply because,
I'm a disaster walking on two feet,
A fireman that douses flames of love,
A selfish boy who only cares about himself,
A hopeless romantic who can turn out to be overbearing...
Do you still want me?
Because I can't see why you still want me,
I can't see what I did to earn your love,
Your heart,
Your attention and time...
I'm worthless -
Can't you tell?!
I'm not good for you...
At least for now.

A poet dies not when he looses the will to live
But when he looses the will to write

°☆  ¤  ''☆•°
°°'~,,☆ ○•,,°°
~~~/\^/\/\^^--~~

we see the same stars
knowing somehow
the light enters
our corneas
at exactly
the same
time

yet we have such
varied ideas
about the

sky

we read the same books
the same letters which
make up the magical
ideograms we call

WORDS

yet our thoughts vary
as to meanings and
how they will
impact
us

but one thing we all
have in common

we ache to be understood
that our words adequately
describe our feelings
our hearts radiate
from the page to
enter readers
pupils like
the light
from


☆ STARS ☆


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/19/2016