It's ******* 3 in the ****** morning,
a twisted mind trying to write,
the most flawed paper known to man.

While the well established sleep,
so somberly on their egyptian silk sheets.

I want to rip these sleeper's vocal chords out,
so that in the morning,
only my voice will be heard.

In this perfect ******* paper,
with it's perfect ******* footnotes
and its not so perfect creator,
hopped up on caffeine,
ready to be the perfect ******* innovator,
of another person's ****** ideas.

Romance is dead,
love has fled,
lust is just,
hate creates;
these lonely souls
that take the melancholy stroll.

Our hearts in a turmoil,
what do we do with these echoes
that growls and grumbles?
In the early morning wisps of smoke,
those endearing midnight strokes.

Where we find ourselves;
alone, drinking out of the bliss canteen.

You do this thing
Where you look at the side of my face
Or some other random part of my flesh
When I am speaking

I know you are listening
And if I catch you
You look away sheepishly

At first
I thought you to be socially awkward
But then I became extremely self conscious
"Do I have a blemish?"

Then it occurred to me
That you were doing the same thing I always do
Taking a person in

You were memorizing every part of me
And branding it into your mind

And in this moment
You transformed in front of my eyes
And your insides seemed to spill out in front of me

I understood you
and accepted you
and you were beautifully ignorant
To all of this occurring right before you

And that made the realization all the more enchanting

My mind has an edge
Like a blade.
I feel it grinding
Hard, eating away.
My heart is on ice
So cold, no feeling.
Is it possible that I could
Melt away

Sometimes I just wanna write to you and tell you that you ****
I think you’re over-dramatic and moody and I couldn’t take it when we were together
I always felt like I was doing something wrong
I always felt like there was something keeping us from being truly happy
There was some spirit of oppression over you and therefore over me
That made me feel like I was going mad
It left with me a sense of deep inexpressible pain that I still feel when I think of us
And yet we connected on some deep level that I’ve never felt before
And yet I wanted so desperately to make things work with you
Perhaps it was merely the magnetically strong physical attraction
The *** with you was the best I’ve ever had;
But then again I don't have much to go off of
Unlike you who latches onto anything that comes within ten feet

Not saying you’re a player or a ****
But you didn’t and maybe still don’t truly respect woman

You’re a relationship *****
You’re addicted to being in love
You have this ridiculous expectation of what love is and how it comes about
If you hold onto that you will never be happy
If you keep doing things the way you have been;
You don’t deserve to be happy
You have left a trail of broken hearts and have cried victim
Justifying yourself by the wrong that has befallen you in the past
You're addicted to your heart ache
You haven’t let it go or moved on
And you wont allow it to heal
You’re delusional
And you spread it to those who are unfortunate enough to fall for you
I need to realize that I’m better off without you
Because your love, your life, your companionship is poison