I noticed the cuts
and I saw my name
and I felt you here
as our souls caressed
one another
and our hands did the
same,
but I still can't
let you waste your
time on me.

I'm sorry I left, my darling.
I get ****** up in my own
world. Your words have
touched me so, that I haven't stopped
thinking about them,
and how I can't let them be for me
anymore. Your words are
far too precious to be mine
and I do not deserve you.

Here Lies The Teenager:
Somewhere between awkward love making
and suicidal tendencies.