COME ON.
LET THE WRITERS BREAK THEIR WRISTS AND BLEED THEIR FINGERS DRY OVER SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T GIVE A **** ABOUT THEM

People who fight
their battles alone
either lose the battle
or lose themselves.

You keep talking,
but all you ever say
means *nothing.

It was the tattoo that
did it for me
the one on her neck
I could see,
but the one down below,
the one not on show,
the one that she told me I
could go
take a look
took my breath
away.

TELL THEM HOW CLOSELY YOU WOULD WATCH YOUR BATTERY DIE, TELL THEM HOW YOUR HEART WORKS THE SAME WAY, TELL THEM YOU ARE SO TIRED OF BEING USED, TELL THEM YOU ARE DEAD.

i did the best i could,
for who i was,
at the time.

Day* faded to *night
while I wasn't watching.

You were always too good for me
and **** it, I'm not good enough.

I wanted to see the sunset, but
when I remembered, the sun was a memory.

You called me a a sunset kind of girl
and I didn't have a clue what that meant
but I liked the way it sounded on your lips.

Stop that,  this has to be unrequited,
it's better for you, for me, too.
I'm not good enough for you.

*Just leave it to be worthless.

You cannot ask why about love,
Even if you questioned me every day,
About my heart and why I do not riddle
It out to you in a rhyme even
I fail to understand

I do not know what love is, I do know I
See your face every night, somewhere
In the shadow, of a filtered mirror

I cannot escape
You inside my corners, or the time you
Kissed me in the snow, with your
Black trench coat
Under an oak tree

Then I asked
With pleading eyes
What drug can I take to
Bring you from my mind?

To leave those wretched memories shattered
On the ground
Like crushed stars
Suffocating in a galaxy filled with
Holes

I am so sorry for your never ending pain
But I do not know what you did
To make me scream every night

Darkness compressing the air around me
Twisting my body like modeling clay
Prey to the hands of an invisible
Sculptor

I remember the fallen tree I perched on
The night it all started
And how I fell with it
Through an icy wind

Though my pale skin matched the snow
That coated me in white
Entering my veins and dyeing my
Failing organs black

We never thought it would run wild
Like a rabid wolf, feasting on my soul
Or hit quite as fast as that Cheetah
We saw yesterday

So let me take the broom from your hand
To sweep up all the wrong and make it
Right

And then you chose that butterfly
Trapped in the
Green mason jar

Leaving my tiger
On the shelf
Collecting layers of dust

But
I would never have matched your socks
Anyways,
And you talk to me now in a language I do not breathe
And one day I will forget
You lived in my veins

One day I will turn to you laughing,
And know it is
Okay