I say I love you.
But really?
I love to break you.

He remembers the lights dancing around in his vision.
He remembers the hot, sticky air clinging to his lungs.
He remembers the pounding of the bass ricocheting through his brain.

But that's all.

I remember the way he held me close like I was his most prized possession.
I remember his hand gripped on my waist, protecting me from everything.
I remember dancing with his arms wrapped around me, enveloping me into a safe haven.

But I guess that's what happens when you're in a lying state.

I sit here, sit here all day.
I watch all the people laugh and play.
I feel my jealousy rising from within.
And in the end, it always wins.

My envy towards their happy smiles.
Their joy running for hundreds of miles.
And I feel my chest tighten, a few tears escape.
And around me everything loses its shape.

The world turns black, then red, then green.
I feel anger and sadness and everything in between.
My heart is hammering, but making no sound.
And everything melts away into the background.

Because you still haunt me,
Because you still daunt me,
Because of how much pain you caused me.

Because of the calls,
Because of the brawls,
Because I met my final fall.

My heart is shattered, can't be rescued.
But I know I'd still run back to you.

I think you're mistaken.
I care about loving and the heart of another.
I need to make up for the loss of attention from my mother.
I think you're mistaken.
No one could ever love me.
How could they when I was abandoned at three?
I think you're mistaken.
Your mind is blind.
You think I'm cruel and ruthless and I'll give you no time.
I think you're mistaken.
You don't know me well.
Because I'm confined to this space, trapped in a spell.
I think you're mistaken.
I'm antisocial because I'm 'glued' to my phone?
Well, it's not my fault I'm always alone.

Alone.