the kind of love you had for me was abrasive,
and ive never enjoyed being worn down so much.

i don't know whether or not to erase you from me
or me from myself

i'm ******* sick
sick
sick
of the way you make me feel.

i don't know who i am
am
am
or if i'm even real.

i can't stop loving you
you
you
you're stuck inside my head.

i don't know what to do
do
do
maybe i'm better dead.

Tomorrow is another sunrise
and I will not waste more memories
looking for sunlight that never comes
like broken glass on a beach,
sun is meant to be reflected
at tides that give you peace
and no longer will i capture
essence of my thoughts and
bottle it.

no longer will I keep back words
aching to escape my mind because
I am the glass that reflects off
my own tide and who would I be
to turn of the sun for others
desperately seeking their own sunrise?

if you're sick i'll die
and let you take my soul,
rip myself apart
just to make you whole.