I don't know what is right,
I don't know what is wrong,
how much should I fight,
should I stretch it out long?

You left me here,
out on this limb,
all full of fear,
my walls are closing in.

Do you want me to fight,
is that what you need,
because I will with all my might,
or will you pay me no heed?

It is as if someone has taken every
single one of my poems about you
and plastered them all over the walls
in my room.

Every which way I turn I see my words,
my feelings, on display for anyone
who cares to see.

I want to tear them down, but they are stuck,
they are forever, they were real feelings,
they were put into words,
by my own two hands.

I feel as if I have betrayed you,
I didn't mean to,
I want the best for you,
but now I am so afraid to lose you.

Stay in my life,
I will find a way to get these poems
off the walls,
I will find a way to make the feelings
disappear.

Let me stay,
I want you near,
everything is wrong,
you misunderstood,
I couldn't help it,
my heart felt too quick.

The poems are bleeding,
the ink is evaporating,
you're breathing it in,
it's a poison.

I have betrayed you,
make it stop,
i'm losing control,
I can't stop the words from melting,
your words are cold as ice.

Let me stay,
it can change,
we will find a way.

There may be no fire,
but that doesn't mean
there is no substance.

Why can't I feel this pain?
I know it is there but I cannot feel it,
you have taken that from me,
and now she has hurt me like you did
and I cannot feel the pain.

I long for that pain,
I want to ache from this.

Instead I dance.

What's really ****** up is that
you know how you have been
treating me and now you just
are not going to talk to me because
running is obviously the only option.

What's really sad is you know
that you feel this way too,
you know that I would actually
be there, unlike everyone else.

Why are you so scared to let someone
actually see you for who you are?

I don't even think I want it anymore.
I don't even know if it is worth it.

Do you know I like to be called crazy?
Do you know what you do to me?
Are you trying to make me your baby?

I have no idea what tomorrow will bring,
but I know that I must tell you how I
feel before it's too late, before you
choose someone else without even
thinking of me in consideration.

I knew this fear had a reason for building
itself back up, I knew my nerves were not
for nothing, so now I must act, I must tell you.

There is no moment like the present, and
I cannot sit back and watch someone else
steal you away again. At least not without
you knowing what you mean to me.

I am scared. I am finally scared as hell.
This better be worth it. I don't want to
find the pain again. I don't want my
soul to escape me.

I don't know what to do,
as I wade helplessly through
these murky waters,
because I fear that you have
once again slipped through the
cracks of my foolish fingers,
and the darkness of the swamp
has returned as I am left
grabbing the muggy air
where I know I will not find you.