They bleed forever and I don't wanna spend my forever hurting.. I've always imagined it to be fairytale like.

Now all I see is the  darkness all around me that is about to consume me. I don't mean to, but i'm allowing it more time to work, more time to brainwash me into thinking that its normal. I can feel it turning my heart to stone.

At least it wont bleed.

It will just be heavy and dark but it wont bleed. I pretend to be strong and I pretend it doesn't do me damage. You should know by now that I don't like showing weakness.

With no one to talk to my heart hurts from its cage. Cant talk to anybody because I have nothing to say. I don't even know how I feel.

Open wounds don't heal.

With my heart of stone I still cry out with the same heavy tone. What is now real is the darkness that is turning me into a loner. An Introvert.

I guess I should've paid attention to the wound sooner 'cause now I'm about to bleed to death.

She's sometimes afraid of him.
Afraid that he'll shut her out.
She is deep in it and she is willing to do anything to make sure that it doesn't happen.
This feeling of feeling so into him isn't gonna leave her anytime soon.
Every time she tries to forget about him,
she finds herself remembering all the good he has said.

She's afraid of being replaced.
A part of her believes she wouldn't but reality tells her a different story.
All the strings in her broke and she is losing her mind.
She is losing her mind over some guy.
A guy who teases her for being in love with him.
A guy who to me doesn't know what love is.

She's not gonna force anything.
Whether what she wants to happen happen or not,
she will be okay.

She knows that she has to somehow forget about him but she can't.
She is feeling alone and lost.
Broken.
She should be feeling love.

But I guess she's afraid of that too.

I want to know how many scars

you have and memorize the shape

of your tongue.

I want to climb the curve of your

lower back

   And count your vertebrae

                      Your ribs

                      Your fingers

                      Your goosebumps.

I want to chart the topography of your anatomy and be fluent in your body language.

Powerless yet so powerful. My potential is left untapped. Greatness  unwrapped.

Placing a mask to fit in. " but how long will it last"

But the best part of all if this is your ignorance to all of this.
Your lack of care has made you inner being question its importance. I shouldn't care.
Yet I care
So much that every word you utter is tattooed onto my memory and re-ingraved every time I think of you.
You. Sir ma'am boy sister. Recognize your power
Stay  woke when when you vibrate. Recognize your energy because that stuff is contagious.

Don't cloud my aura with your pleague of self hate.
Love yourself.

My simplicity was not enough for you
You wanted me to write metaphysical poems
But couldn't you physically see that my simple being
was a metaphor on its own.

This artistry in its simplest form
its purest form
standing before you.

I made a point to poke a pinhole in the shade
to let a little light in.
How honest hearts hate home
Lonely, living life like little lizards
under a dome
under a rock
How I wish the garish light and wind would
Delight me by dowsing me in a dirt devil.
Locked in a replica of life
I'm ******. I'm ******.
My equal is a little homunculus
Clue me into why I try to live alone in a stone home
Humming as I cry. I don't ask why.
Lizards aren't for me. I'm a birdie that can't fly.

My fears are my strongest feelings
That I feel in my life right now
***** had seemed to help some how
Until it made me feel much more
Mourning makes my eyes sore
Don't think I don't feel normal
Face faces normally
Don't feel bad, I'm sorry
And my sorry's enough for me.