Please, beat me more with that
love of yours.
Spiked baseball bat of attachment
to start the score.

Blades of warmth and compassion
cut me 'till I bleed.
I lose all sense of meaning
and let my feelings take the lead.

Yet now, these injuries I have to hide,
they must be contained.
For the docile and painless estrangement,
is what left me in the most pain.

It turned out just like I thought,
I should have seen it coming that night.
Not being able to stop it, I cry,
I hate when I'm right.

It's awful that it had to end like this,
nothing left to do now but reminisce.
My heartbeat slowly comes to a halt,
I realize it's all my fault.

An awful case of morning sickness.
It seems yet again I'm afflicted.
Involuntary bouts of vomiting,
all the empty words I've been bottling.

I'm addicted.
Addicted to sloth and starvation,
it's taken it's toll on me, total taxation.

I'm addicted.
Injecting negativity with a needle,
it's becoming crippling, I'm feeble.

I'm addicted.
Hallucinogens consumed as late as midnight,
and yet, despite the previously stated,
this is what makes you say,
"Who'd want to be with an addict", right?

As spring approaches, flowers blossom.
The sweet, pink colors are a joy,
when I come across some.

The best thing about spring to me, if I must be honest,
is that this is the time,
when the branches are the strongest.

Yes, I love how the crisp air makes the bright green leaves saturate,
and the fact the oak tree branches,
won't snap under my weight.

I know you can see it,
I know we both can,
but I'm begging you not to ask,
what's behind the crack in my mask.