For you,
I'd do anything.
But you,
would you do the same?
I see you,
I watch you through your window.
I watch you,
as you cry softly to your pillow.
I want to run to you,
But you don't want the same
I know you don't care,
You've forgotten my name.

You've been my best friend
and worst enemy.
I've felt my heartbeat rhythmically pulsing into the ground.
When I cannot stand
you are there to catch me,
always.
But there's another catch too.
I'd like what you stole from me.
Too many times in which I've lost my breath
because of pain you inflicted.
Why do you let so many terrible people walk all over you?
And she-
She is buried six feet into your skin.
A gem to this world but you'd never know it.
Dear Earth.
I want her back.
I'll even trade places with her if you'd like.
Let her give life to you again.
Let me go under
and never come back up.

I see metaphors from broken hearts
and wish my heart would break into
something beautiful.
I spend my time making love to pen and paper
in hopes of producing
something acceptable.
I wait at my desk for hours,
crying and trying
to purge something useful out of me.
But no matter how hard I try,
no matter how much my fingers bleed
and my heart aches
I will never be a Poe, Hemingway or Dickinson.
I'm just a fragile little girl wearing her heart not on her sleeve but on paper.
Hoping,
praying,
that will be enough.