pour your heart out
like the last 'fifth'
you've had too much
where's home from this?

9 months have passed and I still feel small
I threw away everything, photos and all
I felt empty for months, angry this fall,
but now I'd give anything to be your next call.

Your tactics were perfect, like beautiful seas
I was so eager to let you control me
Because surrendering felt like ectasy
And your grip around my neck had warming properties

Ex therapist
She who must not be named

For taking such a meaningful
Experience from my life

You could care less

No female friend
Ever came

Well, thanks anyway
I could care less

You ruined things

Thanks again
For ruining things

Bleh

She dyes her hair red so she doesn't have to slice through reality to see blood, but simply a flick of her head she'll see what she seeks in her moment of pain.

She dyes her hair red not because she likes the color, but because she is bored with her life and wants a change.  

She dyes her hair red And,
people tell her it matches the deep blue ocean in her eyes that will drown anything that comes across them,
The darkest of the seas,
The things that lie underneath the oceans that people have not yet discovered,
Her, No one knows how far or how deep she is in her own little tragedy or what lies beneath her red artificial dyed hair but,
They compliment her anyway....

I am a broken pile of destroyed cells,
I sit in the darkest corners of the room,
No one can see me,
I like it that way,
The cold breeze drifting across my torso and up to my shoulders,
Running across my chest and neck like a silk scarf,
I was once used,
Once loved,
Once cared for,
I was once somebody's,
Then that somebody left,
Left me broken,
And now I am a pile of destroyed cells who sits in the darkest parts of the room.

I see you.
When the ecstasy implodes.
I see you.