It's okay if
I'm not the one
you dreamed of,
but please,
just love me back
for now,
instead.

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sometimes
when i close my eyes
i see
nothing

The written word
Should help us heal
All it does is hurt
By stating what we feel

Its confusing, reading scribbles
Knowing the authors heart
Realizing it means nothing
Typing your soul apart

The ink splashed on paper
Not really meaning a thing
Just random rants
About absolutely nothing

Expressing your heart
Exposing your pain
To the cruelness of people
With nothing to gain

But hurting your soul
And bruising your mind
Someone who expresses truth
Is way too hard to find

In this blank world
Where feelings are condemned
Tears are weakness
It's just better to pretend

When I asked him why he said such cruel words,
He told me he did it out of love.

When I asked him why he threw things,
He told me he did it out of love.

When I asked why he threw a bottle at me,
He told me he did it out of love.

When I asked him why he hit me,
He told me he did it for my own good.

When I asked him why he forced me,
He told me to get out of his sight.

When I asked him why he choked me,
He told me to die.

I guess the answer isn't always
*because I love you.

My soul is tormented black
Twisted like the hole it was ripped from
When you left
This isn't about what you did
It's about what I didn't
Because now my life is meaningless
Because now I pretend I'm whole
When really theres nothing
But a forced smile
And a pit at the bottom of my flesh where tears are swallowed

If I say I love you
you will know by my many acts very often it is the opposite