you said i was the garden
in your dark mind

(you said you were sorry)

you said losing me was a fear
you can never overcome

(you said you were sorry)

you said you didn't want to hurt me

(you said you were sorry)

you said being with you will hurt me

(you said you were sorry)

you said i deserved someone better

(you said you were sorry)

i don't know where this poem is going
you are a part of my daily thoughts now
and we barely have the time to talk
again

so i am trying my hardest
to remind myself of the things you told me
so i won't get hurt from the fact
you seem to be distancing yourself
away from me

its horrifying how the simplest thing,
the tiniest thing could burn the sanity
in your body like a home being set on fire

from time to time
i tell myself things happen for a reason
i may not know it now
i will know it eventually
but my body never learnt to absorb that theory
because my body has allow
the disaster i have created
eat me up alive
and i reach out for a hand
to lead me out of here
but no one can hear me

you taste like the first inhalant of a cigaratte
and i have always hated the last bit of it

he met her at the home for the ill
asked her why did she do what she did
she got her perplexing smirk
across her pale skin face
tilting her head right and left
as though her king was whispering
the answer into her ears

if they tell you
to be your own source
of happiness
thus, you should not
rely on others to pain you
as well

and i want it to keep coming for me
and consume me into the darkness
let the living in my head
paralyze my soul

my thoughts ink down
things about you
when my mind plays
the memory of you
and it fires my bones
every time