Always

blood smeared
nightmares,

don’t panic

late
night
screams

You can't just

keep me on your shelf

waiting..

And the more I lied,
about not loving you,
the more it hurt.
But I did it,
for myself.
And every word,
that spilled out my lips,
was like blood,
from an uppercut.
But to tell the truth,
I rather that pain,
than the one I felt that night.
Because that night,
I gave it all,
and you gave it all,
right back.
So I’ll face you,
and our friends each day,
like my heart is,
was,
never sore.
But each day,
it ***** the life from me,
right from my very core.

Bright red hickey
branding your neck
I can’t help but stare

Fighting back the tears
I almost ******* hate you

I want to flip the table
scream
but I sit in silence

The sight of it guts me
uppercut to chest
with the sharpest knife

Each word
spilling out
your mouth
disgusting
like maggots
one by one
cuts me deeper

The thought of her
infected lips
kissing you
makes me want to *****

Im not even supposed to care
you make it look so easy

Just let me hate you
because I know I won’t

I sit upon my bed,
listening to the songs,
of lovers,
words that only they,
would find meaning in,
yet still beautiful to my ears.
Looking out into the,
pitch black night,
through my enormous window.
As the soothing tunes flow,
from my eardrums,
sending a to tickle my heart,
my mind wanders far,
into the depths of wonderland.
Adventures my mind creates,
except I travel alone.
If only these were the days,
of love like Romeo and Juliet,
you’d be sitting beneath my window,
waiting for me,
to travel to wonderland with you.

She drops her,
towel,
to the floor.

Her mirror,
screams,
*eat nothing more!

Put out your hands,
close your eyes,
here I have a big surprise,
is that how the old saying goes?

But I mean it,
take this.
I’ll rip open my chest,
and let the blood spill into,
your cupped hands.
With each drop,
I profess my love.

And meanwhile,
my tattered skin,
with its gaping hole,
reveals my tortured heart.
Maybe now,
that you see it beating,
you understand,
how I feel for you.

But I know,
it’s too much.
Go on now,
wash your hands of me.