i tried to convince myself
that his lips tasted better.

i haven't smiled in days
and i feel my teeth starting to rot
from the cyanide
seeping through my gums.

stop asking me if i'm okay.
i'm tired of hearing the same **** question everyday.
you know the answer anyway.

and as for me,
i am lonely, but not alone.

you may not be inspired,
but you are an inspiration.

somehow, i find myself happy when i hear your laugh.

i'm tired of wishing for something
that will never happen.