My mind, it bleeds
Into poems that I know he reads
Cringing at my pathetic usage of the english word
Claiming my feelings to be over exaggerated and absurd
I apologize time and time again,
But yet, when everyone is away I return to my pad and pen
And once more allow my thoughts to flow
In away that helps me let all my pain go
My escape, yet my tormentor, I'm held captive by my own emotion
Turning my words into their own sick devotion