Sometimes I feel like I soley existed to teach you that life isn't as hard as you thought it up to be.
I existed only to make you look differently at that song you used to love.
You called me for my skin, I heard it in your voice.
You thought it was hilarious when I cut my bangs and chipped my tooth.
I was pretty when I swayed to your favorite music.
Only then you didn't see my fear.
Didn't know I'd wake sweating thinking of your smile in the dark.
But this isn't about me its about you.
Its about your chipped teeth, your fear of heights, your parents, your habits, your picky taste, your unusual family members, etcetera.
And yeah I know. You'll think about me when your 40 in your bed with your wife.
And for a moment you remember that every time you touched me I shivered.
But I'm a manic dream.
So you close your eyes to sleep.

I wanna be the thoughts in your head.
Is that selfish?

For some reason the blood that
drip drip dripped
from your lips looked like honey
and the galaxy that poured from your veins looked wonderful to touch
but it took the iron taste on my lips
and the razors in my skin
too see
Love is poison best served warm

I need to become what I need
so I quit looking for it in the arms of the wrong men

I remember thinking I needed you to supply the thread to close up my bleeding heart. I thought I needed your apology, listing the ways you broke me.  
I don't.
I gave you my best and that enough is closure.