I'm staring at a blank page because
There are no ways to express these emotions
Towards you.

My tongue
Can't cut through and
The venom from my words can't
Make you see reason.

I guess that's what it is.

I get so frustrated
With the fact that
You aren't mine
That I turn to violence.

I want to physically and emotionally hurt you
As much as you're hurting me right now
But nothing I do or say can outweigh this pain...

So I'll flip the page,
Let my blood ooze from this pen
To tell this book everything that I
Could never tell you.

Im in love with you.

Maybe it's the old you
Because I don't really know you
But I'm in love
With what we used to have.

I'm angry with you
Because you let me let you
Slip through
My fingers.

I hate you

Because you never let me appreciate
All the things you did for me from
The way you would look at me
To the way you would touch me.

How your Nobel finger tips
Would caress me too gently like I would break
To digging your pads into my skin
As if I would slip away...

But I did.

I guess you didn't hold on tight enough.

All this time I've been blaming you
For not loving me enough when
In theory you loved me too much but
I never looked at it that way thinking that I could never be loved.

Yet now the tables have turned because
I NEED you
And you're fine in your own.

All I really need is an answer.
Why don't you love me anymore?

What I'm realising now is that it was Always you
That I would throw the blame onto always
Your heart that I would rip at

I'm sorry for being an evil *****
But I'd rather thrown the blame than face
Reality:
I'm the reason you don't love me.

My actions are what caused you to
Loose your loving grasp.
My self satisfaction
Made you leave.

I'm the only one hurting,
I'm the only one in the wrong.

I love you
But now is too late of a time
To tell you.
I'm still in love with you.
                                                      ( K R W)