You. You told me I had to start with one word so I started with the thing I have come to find means the most to me. My insides are trembling criss crossing like live wire and I know I shouldn't feel this way for you since the last guy I looked at in that way tore pieces of myself away...pieces he didn't even know he had. Love. You said to turn this pain I feel inside into a verse so I'm crying out to the sentences of my fingertips to somehow show you that its not suppose to end this way. I wasn't suppose to fall for another guy after I had found they just never made me feel the same way a girl had but ******* it you make my neurons explode every time you hold me. The creeping darkness taunts me and I know its way too good to be true. Trust. The last time I truly trusted anyone I got shot in the back with the same arrow I gave them and as I bled out they kept my blood for souvenir to show they made the mighty me fall. You. You said that it all starts with one word so why does it always start with you? Confusion. Out of everything I have to feel the confusion of not knowing what is up an what is down has finally ******* with my head for the last time. Me. You said to never hate myself but in all honesty hate Is where my passion began.