You ripped my heart out,
like the dentist ripped my tooth,
grinding at my plaque,
and cutting out my vein.
pick and flick every bit,
to make me shine again.

Your words a fissure in my heart,
crumbling it apart,
split in two, by you.
Like a giant you stomped your feet,
causing earthquakes in the street,
and I am merely a fearful boy,
who looked up to you,
only to see you destroy.
Now I lie with my dreams dripping out,
in the form of that warm red liquid,
soaking into the seeds of doubt,
all because of what you did.

Me sitting here,
you sitting there,
feelings between us of despair.
Awkward eye contact,
with impending doom,
tensions rise in the room.
You stand up,
I stay seated,
things are starting to get heated...
Then you stop and just walk away,
and now I must choose whether to stay,
I stay.

The power you hold merely an illusion,
a smokescreen created by your denial,
believing yourself to be a god,
that you are the judge in this trial.
Recognize your faults and rise above,
recognize your inability,
acting with hate instead of love,
now it is time to accept reality.
You are the same as I,
created by a simple science,
so lose the false sense of superiority,
and come and walk beside me.

The sun goes down every day,
slowly taking its time,
everyday it is the same way,
living like this should be a crime.
Everything around me is at a standstill,
like Atlantis, abandoned and desolate,
I stand alone atop this hill,
staring down upon that hell,
upon my failure I dwell.
Thinking of how I will never escape,
doomed to live out life in this prison,
my heart has gone and flown away,
while I will stay until I'm old and gray.

I am so scared to die,
but not because it is the end,
because saying goodbye,
and leaving you to mend.
When I think of my life passing,
I do not think of my goals gone,
or any lost opportunity.
I think of  you waking up at dawn,
without my arms for security,
or the warmth from my body,
the safety which I had embodied.
I think of how you will not laugh before bed,
or dance in the living room,
you will sit and think of how I am dead,
and how your heart is filled with gloom.
I'm so scared of death,
but not just for me,
the idea of not hearing your breath,
would leave me lost at sea.

It is frustrating,
truly infuriating,
how I just cannot seem to get it right.
Every night,
I write words down,
and watch them turn to ****.
I write of love,
and hate,
or neither...
I write and write and write,
until I take a mental breather,
only to realize my brain has lost its light,
covered in mold that is its blight.
And I have these feelings in my heart,
which threaten to tear me apart,
and no matter what I do,
I cannot get it through,
of how I am in love with you,
or how I grew,
to hate that view....
And other ****.