Healthy souls are dead, we are all just copies now

Poem,
isn't enough.
Words,
aren't enough.
Letters,
aren't enough.
Ideas,
are too much.
Thoughts,
can't get enough.

There'll not be a special time, special day, special moment where I can say I love you too much.
Because every moment, my soul, my mind, my plans, my future, my actions are for you, because of you, and unfortunately I wasn't enough.

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

since lies are sweet
and the truth is bitter
i'm not surprised
i liked you better

You’re genius
You’re empty,
You lift me up
You bring me down,
You comprehend what others cannot
You’re lost in ways others can’t imagine,
You bring laughter and love
You’re consumed with pain and hate,
You achieve the impossible
You destroy dreams,
You comfort
You hurt,
You seek out beauty
You envision violence,
You recognize greatness
You’re oblivious to evil,
You think uniquely
You’re run by others,
You love strong
You hate emphatically,
You’re self-correcting
You’re self-destructive,
You strive for more
You beg for less,
You listen
You ignore,
You’re stronger than most
You’re as weak as they come,
You’re my supporter
You’re my enemy,
You’re part of me
You’re beyond my control,
You’re my mind
You’re not me.