How simple
A person can be
But much more to you
Feelings erupting
Burning your insides
And you think
How can someone make me feel
Dead yet alive?
Such a mistake thinking a person
Can be anything more than a person
As if they had super powers
That kept your heart beating
That kept you alive
Only to leave
Causing you to shrivel up and die
Because you thought that person
Was much more than a person
You were stupid, naive
And now you know people
Are just people and
Its the way you see
Them that makes them special
Open your eyes
You may be thinking too much
Of a simple human being
With no powers at all.

A.F.

Growing up was a hard thing to do.
I had to make sure I was nothing like you.
My hair, eyes, and nose.
Couldn't be anything close.
Character was what it was.
I hated yours, because..
You taught me so many wrongs.
I had to learn as I went on.
I had to be a woman so quick.
Because you were full nothing but tricks.
When it came to me, you gave up.
You were so tired and messed up.
Lying was what you did best.
Everything to you was just a test.
I truly learned a lot from you.
Like everything not to do.
You were so unfit when it came to me.
So I raised myself and let you be.
Thank you for the food you bought.
I wish there were more lessons taught.
Like maybe how boys could hurt so much.
Or simply how to comb my hair or brush.
I learned everything on my own.
But I wish more love was shown.
And now its hard to really relate.
Every apology was said too late.

A.F.

I am human.
Messed up.
Incomplete.
I am a ship wreck.
Torn apart.
Lost at sea.
I am ****** up.
Scared.
And alone.
Searching for peace.
In a world without hope.

A.F.

I guess I don't expect you to still love me.
I'll be honest, I don't even love me.
I wish things could be different.
I wish I was that girl again.
The one keeping you out of trouble.
The one loving you until night fall.
I can't explain why you're hard to let go of.
I can't explain the way your name makes me feel.
The way it hurts.
I'm an idiot.
Chasing you after the pain.
Guess I'm an idiot in love.
And that's how it'll stay.

I never knew I could miss someone like you.
How miserable you made me.
How much of a monster you've become.
But here I am, missing everything about you.
Even the horrors you hold within.
I loved everything you offered.
Even the heartache you caused.
And every little stab at my heart never decreased my want for you.
I can't help it.
I'm so madly in love with a monster.
I'm so in love with what we had.
Your lips were like fireworks.
Every kiss was magical.
Every touch made me shiver.
Just the sound of your voice soothed me.
I remember thinking this is it.
You are it.
But eventually, like everything, you had to go.
I was too much.
It was too much.
I remember that day like it was yesterday.
You left me for another.
An old friend if you will.
An enemy of mine.
You left and that was it.
Only for you.
Because here I am still loving you.
Here I am wishing I was her.
Every time you were upset.
I should've grabbed you and said it was okay.
Even if it wasn't.
You were the only one who made me feel.
I felt everything at once.
I want that back.
I want you back.
Even though you killed me.
I'd give my life again just to be with you.
I'd gladly go through that pain again, to be with you.
I'm crazy I know.
But who could love you like I did.
I know she can't.

I don't remember your touch.
I almost wish I did.
It was quite lovely.
Even though you tore me apart.
And broke me.
You held me close.
Held my pieces together.
And one day you let go.
And I crumbled.
I still think of you.
Even though you killed me.
Every day is different.
Filled with love or hate.
I can't decide now.
If I could hate you I would.
But you're a monster in disguise.
And I miss your devilish touch.
**** me with your kiss.
Pick up my pieces and let them fall.
I must stay unattached.

You were only a character in my story.
A character that passed away.
And that's why you no longer exist.
And that's why death scenes hurt.
It reminds me of you.
And your death in my story.
How it hurt so bad.
How you no longer exist.
You needed to die though.
In order to be happy.
You needed to leave my story.
But I miss you.
I miss your being.
You hurt me when you left.
But I can only learn from it.
Give you a proper goodbye.
And bury you with the memories.

I hope you're happy in the story you star in now.

A.F.