Ex boyfriends are good for nothing more
than a pounding between the eyes and
a chomp down on the inside of a cheek,
resulting in a warm metallic taste, similar
to the one of your last shared kiss.

the anger swells inside of me like a balloon, ready to burst. Band of Horses blares in the background, and tears begin to fill my eyes, threatening to drop if I don't pull myself together.
stop it.
stop trying to break in
stop trying to make me let you in
i won't
won't won't won't
i won't let. you. in.
stop
i hate you
i hate how my heart beats faster when
i'm by your side
i hate how you make me more of myself
i hate hate ha te hate you i hate you
but more than that
i adore you

In my mind,
There lives two wolves.
Two distinct voices.
Each telling me to make different choices.
How am I supposed to know which one to pick?
Quite honestly, the stress of it all is making me sick.
Is the right answer instilled in us?
In our heart and in our brain?
Or maybe two voices is all it will take to drive someone like me insane.

Heart shattered on the floor.
The pieces are sharp and cut me.
The wounds are shallow but burn deep.
During my vain efforts to pick them up,
a hand appears.
The hand seams to be unaffected by the jagged pieces.
Glancing up I see a warm face.
As he helps, the wounds heal,
the pieces start forming back together.
Guilt and confusion seep into my conscience.
"You should remain loyal!"
Loyal to what or who? There is no one there.
"Your heart hasn't healed, you aren't ready!"
But he is fixing it, one piece at a time.
And it is going much faster with his help.
There seems to be no reason not  to let him help.
He is making me whole and happy once more.

Do you remember how the time ticks
How the time flows
How everything just flew by
Within a matter of seconds?

Can you see the sorrow hidden
Behind her blue beady eyes
With a glimmer of hope shimmering
Wishing that you were here

Do you realize
How much you led her on
And then broke her heart
At the very next second?

She hoped you could save her
She hoped that she could smile
She placed all her trust in you
But what did you do?

You made her stopped believing
You made her cry
You broke her over time
That she could never function again

Yeah, that's me,
Take a good look, why don't you?
Yeah, that's me,
Sitting on the back of the shelf,
Yeah, that's me,
The girl with the decaying skin and the half - finished lipline,
Yeah, that's me,
With the ***** hair and the shredded clothes,
Yeah, that's me,
With the hollow eyes and the cracked nose,
Yeah, that's me,
Your so called masterpiece,
Yeah, that's me,
Your 'beauty' that you only half tried,
Yeah, that's me,
With tears in my eyes and sorrow in my heart,
Yeah, that's me,
Look at what you've done to me.