It was 1 a.m.
I was at a bar,
you were probably
at your house,
drunk,
having people come over.
I texted you
and the first thing you
said to me was "come over"
but you and I
both know that wasn't
going to happen anymore.
I had to tell you I didn't
hate you.
Because the last time
I talked to you the words
poured out of my
mouth like lava
and I was sure you
would never talk to
me again.
But sure enough,
without even hesitating
the second my name popped
up on your screen
you told me to come see you.
And that's what drove
me crazy.
Despite everything
you still always wanted
to see me.
And that's what made me wonder,
despite us being so against
being together,
we can never leave each other
alone.
I could only think
you wanted me
as much as i want you,
but we both know
we will never
admit it.
Maybe two people
are meant to meet,
but can never be together.

Sociopath.   One who feels no empathy, no sympathy, no emotion.
Sociopath.   Not understanding wrongful actions, only pleasing one's satisfaction.

Sociopath.   Living without truly caring.. what is the purpose?
Sociopath.   Living a lie, its all just pretentious.

Sociopath.   Selfishness at its finest, a confidence so strong.
Sociopath.   Peace of mind, sinful bliss, morality gone.

Sociopath.   Having no shame, no guilt, no conscience.
Sociopath.   A devil within, feeding the monster, entertaining one's concupiscence.

Sociopath.   Evil, Deceitful, Lethal.
Sociopath.   Probably me, living amongst you people.

Here's a poem you can call your own.
Let it wrap itself around your neck till you turn cold.
A toast to the paragraphs of your emotional distress.
These words will stitch your insecurities into a seductive dress.

Here’s a poem you can call your own.
A haunting of memories for when you’re alone.
A guide
for the ghosts who don’t have a home.
Lost and lonely
wishing they had a tombstone.

You make me feel ****.
I want you.
Your hot breath on my neck, moist.
Your lips on mine, pressed hard.
Your legs around me, pushing your *** into mine.
Your hands through my hair, make me tingle.
Your tongue, on me and in me.
Making me get hotter and hotter.
Getting me wetter and wetter.
Filling me up and getting me higher.
I am on fire.
Finally, I explode into a million pieces and all because of you.

You told me it wasn't personal
You said you were sorry
You told me it was unfair
Then why did you do it?
Why did you break my heart?
I'm not in love with you,
At least not anymore
I believe it's for the best but
How can I be sure?
I know this will fade like most things do
But how can I forget a lifetime with you?
I trusted you
I believed in you
I loved you
But now I can feel the pain inside when you said
I. Can. Never. See. You. Again.

I never know what to expect
One minute you are happy and full of joy
And the next you are angry and full of hatred
Your words ignite a fire
That I cannot seem to put out
Your words cut deep into my heart
Like a knife slicing through butter
Your words stay in my mind
Selfish
*****
Brat
Spoiled
I know these things are not true
But when you say them
I believe you
Your fuse is short
And your fury is hot
I run to take cover
From your being
But the rage always seems to find me
You emotions cascade all around me and I know
I will never escape this hell you have created

I want to know
All it took
to get to this point
Right here
Right now

Your "hello, my name is _"
Will carry the weight
Of your struggles
Of your mistakes
That were really lessons learned
And have made you into the
Strong and secure person you are today

And the answers to the endless prayers
I offered before I even knew what
Name would fill in that blank

What did it take for you to reach this moment where we meet?
The lines that we will draw to connect all the dots together
No matter how seemingly insignificant
Or painful those dots may be

The end is our own little masterpiece
Our own story backed up by a million more stories
And the prologue
to rest of our lives