I try to open my eyes onto the world but all you do is hold me back,
Stopping me from seeing what is toxic and what is true.
What did I do to you to deserve such hatred and anger,
All I know I did was help and all you gave me was hurt.

The air closing in like walls in a maze,
The vines tearing as old scars are reopened.

A peck of his lips filled with sin
     my labored breathing  
          his calloused hands wander my body
          exploring every inch of me
He holds my hand
      and steals my breath
           with a rope he found in the kitchen
Calloused hands wander over my body
     as he lay me with his ex lovers
          each more beautiful than  the next
          each more grave than the last
Beware of boys with blue eyes like sapphires dropping in the ocean

What right have you
To tell someone they are not
Who they know they are.
You.
A person who seems so sure of themselves,
So comfortable.
Tells him,
Someone who questioned himself his whole life,
That he is not who he knows he is?

Creativity?
Whats that?
A non existent entity.

You look at me,
Eyes empty
Hands shaking.
The outspoken person
Now broken;
Breaking.

Death is the silence before rain, and the warmth in a freshly dead animals body.