You hate my poems
You say they take me from you
that they're pointless
a waste of time
maybe you're right.
You read them,
just the words as they fall,
and say you get nothing
just syllables.
I have lost count
of the sighs and eyerolls,
the you have no talents,
they sit in a memory box
along with the times you've asked me to stop.
Stop.
Just like that.
Stop pouring myself onto paper,
Stop looking for beauty in darkness,
Stop healing.
You prefer me broken, fragile, dependant,
the girl you took from nowhere to god knows where
a once pretty, broken thing
to hang silently from your arm
while you talk proudly of the soul that you saved.
You fear that my writing will end us.
I fear that my stopping will end me.

Emotions,
I pushed you aside,
I pushed you to the edge,
I left you,

You left me,
You left the world

Emotionless,*
You lay there emotionless
Loveless,  Fearless, Heartless
At home within yourself,
Within your emotionless body,
And yet,
Lost in a world full of emotions,

Too scared
To say anything,
So when it will it be my turn?
I'm still a human,
There's only so much of you
I can take...

Everyone escapes somehow.
Drawing
Reading
Listening to Music

Some are more dangerous than others.
Drinking
Doing Drugs
Destroying Some Things

And then some are just deadly.
Cutting
Pulling that Trigger
Kicking that Stool
While in that Noose

Committing Suicide

we're partners in crime
(if crimes were adventures)
and we were adventurers
(if adventures were conversations)
and we shared discussions
(if discussions were love songs)
and you made me sing them
(if singing was sharing)
and all of your wisdom words and stories
(if lies were true)
and we actually met
(if i wasn't me)
and you weren't you
(if we weren't friends)
we'd be perfect