Your blood flows like ink
And your words taste like *****.
Each look makes me feel
as if I am stuck in a storm
of knives.
I don't need anyone to tell me I'll be okay.
Or that everything is just
fine.
And I certainly did not order a subscription
for your *******.
The fly in my room reminds me
that all will be forgotten,
eventually.
Especially
you.
The bruises that decorate your pale skin,
greet me with a
"you were never mine",
yet,
I was always yours.
The flowers you picked for me sit
and decay,
much like
my kindness for you.
Another tooth falls out everyday.
Which I no longer care about,
Because no one ever listened in the first place.
Her obsession is eating you away,
you're simply
a cooked vegetable
now.
So this time,
close your eyes
when I go
to
hide.
this is just a bunch of ideas for now but yes will be better later.