Not a breath of air,

to be found in my lungs.

Drowning,

just below the surface,

close enough to see,

the sun,

but not close enough,

to gasp for the air,

I desparately need.

Heavy,

rusted chains,

slicing my ankles,

looks almost like,

red water color paint,

flowing in the current.

Except,

this painting,

isn’t pretty.

Drowning,

inside my own,

sorrows.

Won’t you,

set me free?

Let's be like the birds,
up,
up in the sky.
Who sing beauitful songs,
to those who pass by.

Lets be like the birds,
who fly free with out care.
I wonder how they feel,
soaring all the way up there.

Oh lets be like the birds,
who aren't ever alone.
For birds find one mate,
for a lifetime,
and together they roam.

Its is,

the raging red,

matter,

coursing through,

my veins.

It's okay,
I'll just look away,
when your eyes meet mine.
For I can not,
handle,
that feeling.
When our gazes meet,
for those overflowing moments,
look away.
The flutters,
in the pit of my stomach,
once beautiful,
now corrupted butterflies,
with their acid wings.
Acid that,
eats away at me.
Stop it,
I tell myself.
Dont you dare,
fall for him again.
But it's,
okay.
When your hand,
grasps mine,
I'll remind myself,
its friendly touch.
I won't let my,
skin,
tingle anymore.
I wish your fingers,
and lips,
left burns,
as reminders.
And really,
it's okay.
When you open up,
your dusty vault of,
feelings,
worries,
fears,
I'll just be there,
for you.
Good friends,
listen.
Your self-disclosure,
does not mean,
I'm special.
And at the end of,
the day,
these long nights awake,
I'll remember,
to ignore it.
That tiny voice,
inside my,
mind,
heart,
that tells me,
*It's okay,
you know he loves you too.

And now we just pretend,
you never said,
those words.

You walked,

out the door,

whistling blissful tunes.

Back into your,

“normal life,”

your award winning façade.

You play the part,

oh so well.

You got your,

fix,

didnt you?

With each delicate,

careful movement,

you sliced my flesh,

deeper.

Those walls,

forever hold,

the memories,

of my screams.

If only they knew,

the ones in your,

precious fake world,

that with you,

you took,

those last vital,

drops of blood.

That seeped from my veins,

into the once chalk white carpet,

now a deep crimson.

You left me,

lifeless.

Craving,

the feel,

of fingertips,

or a beautiful set,

of lips,

along my hips,

inner thighs.

Wishing you,

would drive me,

wild.

Clutching,

fist fulls of sheets,

while you,

tease me.

Delicate line,

between love,

and hate.

Your tongue,

sends the lonliness,

away.