You've cut me down the middle,
You've taken the beating right out of my heart.
You've peeled the scabs and created scars,
You've given the world one less relationship.

And do you know what its like,
To feel for a person who no longer cares?
I can see his hand,
Running through your hairs.
I can see his lips,
Touch those lips that should be mine.
I can see him telling you he loves you,
A thousand times.

But he'll never love you like me,
I only wish i had another chance.

And do you know what its like,
To watch your girl laugh at another mans jokes?
Those smiles you exchange,
The laughter included.
Your hands on his knees,
And his whispers in your ear.
I can see his hand around your waist,
And your head laid against his shoulder.

But he'll never hold you like me,
You were my dreams.

And do you know what its like,
To cry over texts?
Texts you saved because they were special,
Texts that mean something only to you.
Words that were only thirty,
But seemed like a million.
And i can see his hands guide your shirt,
Until it drops to the floor.

But he'll never dream of just one night,
Of your breath in my lungs.
Like me.
Never.

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And I can see the past we shared,
And a future we'll never have.

She crawls to me in
A nauseating manner.
Her fingernails dig themselves,
Inches deep into the carpet.
She smiles,
Awkwardly, prolonged,
By dynamic foam,
She giggles.
Her tongue leaps out,
Spelling my name in mid air.
Panting as a dog would,
She draws nearer.

And I worry about what may be going on,
In that deceitful, undead mind.
Horrid thoughts invite themselves in,
And make a home in my brain.
I say take a vacation,
They say, “We just got here”.

The veins on her forehead,
Protrude and glow.
She mocks me and screams,
With terrifying vibrato,
“Get away from me youuu,
You foul, freaky, fiend!”
So close now I can nearly,
Taste the vinegar on her breath.
So close I can hear her,
Scraggly hair detach from atop her head.

My heart continues to race the ticking,
The tick-tocking of my mothers clock.
My blood continues to boil,
So incredibly warm that I may *****.
That I may spew all that pumps my blood,
Onto this creatures path.

She picks up the pace,
And widens her moon-like eyes.
Murmuring under her,
Coldness and feebleness.
Her tongue continues,
To haunt my mind.
And she is so near now,
That I can taste the clamminess,
Of her skin,
Or what is left of it.

My heart stops.
She stops.
I take a deep breath,
She takes my hand.
I try to break away,
She breaks my fingers.
I scream.
She screams.

“Who are you?”
I simply ask.
“I am the outside world,”
She claims.
“And you have,
Every reason to fear me.”

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Crazy people roam this earth, but I suppose it’s not their fault. It’s not their fault they do what they do without explanation. But you’ve got to wonder; What makes these people do such crazy *** things? I guess it takes a crazy person to understand crazy actions..