A broken mirror,
A bleeding fist,
A silver blade
Against my wrist,
Tears falling down to lips unkissed,
She's not the kind you'll come to miss

Should my happiness be the cause of a friends misery?

Am I selfish to want this?
  
          Am I crazy for thinking this could happen?






                                        Who knows?

Ever think and ever wonder
That you hit her heart like thunder
Tore it right out of her chest
Left a mark upon her breast
A mark of your possessive nature
The mark of an enragéd creature
Sold your soul to midnight’s beast
On her heart began to feast
You said that you would never leave
But left her in the dark to grieve
The loss of her heart’s other half
Torn by you on his behalf
You let the darkness in your soul
You turned hers into a black hole
Made her crazy, made her mad
Though she knew she never had
Your heart, your soul, your desire
Never made your heart feel fire
Of love, of hope, of childish glee
The only one that felt was she
She felt the love and then the pain
Now she cries out in the rain
The raindrops wash away her tears
The waters wash away her fears
And you, you monster, dark and grim
Boil the water past the brim
Boil her blood, her heart, desire
You can always see her tire
Tire of your jokes, your games
Tire of feeling ashamed
Ashamed of falling for your tricks
Ashamed of taking all your kicks
**** you, aggressive *******
The art of hate you quite have mastered
Feed her poison in your word
You can’t make sense of that which is slurred
Oh, but dear, don’t you worry
She’ll be gone in quite a hurry
Out of your way, out of your mind
She will no longer be of our kind
Sweet angel, so pained in this life
She pierced her heart with a biting knife
And still as her breath left her soul
Her body disintegrating as a whole
She thought of you, the horrid monster
Who brought this terrible fate upon her
She thought how you made her burst with love
As if you were a blessing from above

You knew she couldn’t live without you
But even as her face turned so blue
You held on to your use of her
Just as these hateful things once were
So was she, in the past tense
And no one could make any sense
Of why she loved you, dark and grim
Pushing her much past the brim
And now she’s gone, consumed by earth
Regretting so her day of birth
Six feet below, six feet in pain
And on her grave your tears do rain
Ha! You fool, you thing of loathing
The things you’ve done are unimposing
Too late, my sweet, the girl is gone
Her voice but echoes as a song…

You left me, destroyed me

You were there physically, but your spirit had retreated to places unknown

Eyes empty, face blank

Not at all how you use to be

Memories of your smiling face flood my mind

Where did you go, my dear?

Will you ever return?

They are a waste of paper,
Just as I am a waste of space

The words,
                     They hide

Only so they may appear
                  At the most inconvenient times

Just like love
             Can come from the most



                       Inconvenient sources

They say
We all wear masks
That it's human nature

But is it really a mask,
When you don't even know
What lay beneath it?

My mask may morph
Into others
But it is fused with my skin

Its been on as long as I can remember
Was I born with it?

      

Will I ever know the contours of my own face?


                 Do I even have my own?

                         Or am I simply a failed display?

I am the pencil I write with,
broken and cracked,
barely held together.
At first glance, you would think it normal
you pick it up, thinking you'll make it yours.
Yet when you look closer, you see the damage.
So you throw it back down,
And find a newer one.

I am broken.
I am cracked.
But please don't throw me down again,
you maybe the one to break me permanently.

Two hearts will never become one

                                   The world tells so many lies

But some,

     Are so beautiful

Most people spill emotion from there eyes in the form of tears.

But writers spill their emotions with ink

I see the changes
            At times they are clear

Other times, they seem to pass right by me...

I am growing...
               Maturing...
                     Changing...

I am becoming a stereotype
                          Just not the one  I thought I'd be...

Breaking rules,
               Sneaking out,
                          Telling lies,
                                   Cheating...

The list seems to continuously grow longer

            Is that bad?
                                    Or good?

                   I don't even know anymore

Hope floats
but depression drowns

Life hangs not by a thread

                                   But by a noose

I see dark
I see light
I see a sparkle
In the night

If you love me





                           Don't let me go.

Turmoil boils blood
      
                      But despair drowns you in it

"Why do you write such sad things?" You ask

Oh dear, don't you realize ink spills like blood?

Poetry is no place for happiness...

A chill shivered down my spine
when your name crossed my mind

Spilling ink

Is a weapon

And a drug

I am simply a mistake

That made a thousand more

As my dreams fade away
And the stars become clear
I realized I had lost sight of the moon
While chasing the sun

This empty page frustrates me,
Why will the words not flow for me?

I am locked out of my own mind.
I've wished for this,

So why does it sadden me?