I feel like I'm falling,
Yet floating in mid air,
The thought of you brings me down,
But the sight of you is perfect, down to each and every hair.

Is it regret?
No, just mistakes I wish I could fix,
But you'll always be perfect to me,
Your voice, eyes, smile, it's a collective mix.

I wish I was done with you,
As I made it out to seem,
But to be honest,
Being around you makes me want to scream.

I feel like a psych ward patient
Every time I see you,
Maybe it's the lost connection,
Or maybe I'm still in love with you.

I go crazy when I hear your name,
My heart races and skips a beat,
It's like I'm falling for you all over again,
Like it's the first time we were to meet.

I'm broken
And bruised,
I'm lost
And wandering,
Looking for help,
Pondering
What I would say
To you,
If you were here.
Would I tell you,
"I miss you",
"I ******* up",
"I love you, my dear"?
Or would I face the fact,
That you left me,
With no intent
Of coming back?
I don't know.
They say,
"Only time can heal",
Yet it's been three years,
So why does this all still feel real?
Maybe time doesn't heal everything,
Maybe some of us just can't be healed,
Maybe we were meant to be broken and never fixed,
Maybe. But who can tell?

You are kerosene,
I am a match,
Ill burst into flames,
With one small scratch.
You douse me in yourself,
You cover my every surface,
Now im a wet match,
And wondering my purpose.
I begin to think of
All the problems you create,
Strike me against the rugged box,
Wait, dont do it, hesitate.
Now that's something you'd like to see,
Isn't it?
My match set ablaze,
You can watch me burn
In a fiery daze.

I like to see my blood
Flow out of my veins,
Onto the floor.

As the puddle gets larger,
It spreads out,
Flowing from my arm; more and more.

I can't explain
The joy it brings me,
To watch myself in pain.

To show you,
That you have won,
And I have nothing left to gain.

Does it make you feel powerful,
To make others
Feel so weak?

You push us all further down,
In a sad attempt
to reach your own peak!

I can't believe I fell
For your stupid,
Little game.

You'll play it on
Another girl,
And she'll do just the same.

Because you always win,
At the games
That you create.

But in the end,
It's you,
That all the girls will hate.

How is it
That with a few simple words,
You tore my heart out of my chest,
Ripped it open as it was still beating,
Used tongs and tweezers to dismember it,
Then threw it back in my face,
Useless, a mess, and broken?

With every word you speak,
I cut deeper and deeper,
Reaming holes in my veins,
With scissors and tweezers.

The deeper I cut,
The fewer words I hear you speak,
I begin to grow lifeless,
All cut up and weak.

As my blood flows out,
I begin to grin,
Because I can no longer hear you,
I only hear my heart beating from within.

Until,
It stops.

You're the hurricane
Swirling through my brain,
Your words are the lightning,
And my tears are the rain.

Nothing will make up for
The scars and the pain;
The suffering and tears,
And cursing your name.

I feel so depressed;
So upset and ashamed,
My world without you
Will never be the same.

Am I making sense
Or am I insane?
You are an anchor,
And my love for you is the chain.

I'm stuck on you,
Though you are the one to blame,
I got so hurt,
Yet you remained the same.

I'm drowning in my love for you,
Or is it hate that I now show?
After all that you've done to me,
I love you, but want you to explode.