A derivative of caring too much
A blanket that actually kept her warm at night
A hand to hold when it all still seemed to matter
An excuse to mitigate pensive thought
A mask for the expressionless
Everything she no longer needed when she was with him
Yet, ironically, she had become *attached

I dont like what you do to me,
I dont like the way this goes,
I dont like the tears I shed,
I dont like the way my anger rose
I dont like your humour,
I dont like your laugh,
I dont like your stupid love hearts,
I dont like your predictable path.
I dont like my stress
I dont like my green eyed devil
I dont like my mental state
I dont like sinking to your level
And the saddest part of all?
I really like you.

Someday the tape from your eyes will fall- lose its stick
Perhaps then you won't be as blind
Inevitable suffering
You're decaying
'Why do you say the things you think?'
I hear your tears
Life leaves tremors for the girl blind to the world