Worst than sickness
that kills you
is sickness
that you get to survive

she was not in school for a week after that.
no one thought twice about it.
"maybe she's just sick..."
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and she was sick
just not in the way they imagined.
not in the way they have all felt before;
not in the sneezing way
or the coughing way
or the sore throat way.
no, the delicate daisy had a
c o n t a m i n a t e d
mind.

You've got this fire
blazing away in my mind;
burning through my time,
making me breathless,
shreiking anxiety,
a chaotic unrest.
Heat in my veins
and my douse just
no more the same.

Please, just hate me.
Feel something towards me.
I'm invisible.
Un-acknowledgeable.
You can't see me,
You don't need me.
You're killing me.
Slowly pulling my heart from my chest,
that gorgeous smile on your face all the while,
unbeknownst to my agony, your cruelty.
Just **** me, my poisoned love.

You should get over yourself
You're a tiny part in my story
Almost insignificant
Really quite boring

I have a life
Outside of the world of us
And it's rather complicated
By you, I am not crushed

I'm more lively
And realize what's important
I possess real friends
My love was just something I lent

I haven't moved on
Because there's nothing to move on from
You don't occupy my mind
Get out of your delirium

I've nothing against you
No feelings, no grudge
I'm rather indifferent
And that feeling won't budge

I live every day
With someone else
He's what I want and need
You're just someone on a shelf

I wish for you a happy life
And I'll think about you fondly
But that's as far as it'll go
Please don't take this wrongly

my eyes were never ready for a fleeting sunset
that shone into them with splendour and magic
then drifted away into a far horizon
leaving me with my sombre reflection
the water looked so dark, inky and bleak
and my hands after that were drenched in black ink
i had slammed the pen so ******* this cursed journal
i thought that maybe, everything in my head would collapse with it

you were pretty but it never stopped at that
my name may have tasted like honey but you got sick of it
you got sick of me
you had a way with words that left me weak
all the strength i had culminated through the years stood no chance
like porcelain with intricate designs, fragile, timeless

now who will accompany me in the night
to plant our memories in stars on the sky?
or did you find another one to remind you of the taste of honey
the taste of love
the taste of promise

leave me now with the reality of frowns and uncertainty
leave me with the dark inky waters of a night once spent accompanied
one day i will lay your indifference to rest
but for now
let me throw it out to the horizon, to the sky, to the earth
so it can swallow it to nothingness.