Dear little poem...
I write you on a piece of paper
With fifty shredded retries in a bin
With red blood in my vein poisoned
And black ink in my pen spilled...
I'm a psychopath...a demon that eats the daily light
A zombie infected with a virus called love...
And I fantasize everyday about who i was
As I  keep hitting my head into this wall
For answers without questions
Because I know...I'm a freak who doesn't know anything about love
Even though you would be standing on my door with bruises i cause
Just to apologize on my behalf...
I don't think I stole your heart
Murdered is a right term
And jailed in eternity of regrets
And now you're packing up this garbage of sweet nothings
Called memories to whatever distance relationship they call six feet under
Dear little poem...
I admit I'm a sucker who can't admit his shame
Cause I'm a crazy cursed twisted insane and creepy ******* with a rotten heart attached to these...stitches skipping every drum beat breathing every tantrum of breath
And Crazy **** I said
Whenever I was sad, mad and angry
But really whenever I had to rewrite my inborn mistakes
From your beginning smile to my ending regrets...
Thinking I've puked enough from that beer
Leaving my rage showing you the true ugliness contained in my eyes
From this melagra
Which is hard to feel
And I'm under suffocation, cause you left me numb
Visualizing you on plain paper without super vision
You said the flower faded...from riddles to ancient youth hidden in you
The same love I shredded...
But that's pointless
The fact is... I never deserved you...
And now I'm eating off my own white shadow
Caged in you with birds of thorns singing hallelujahs drowned in my own worries...
I guess all I'm trying to say are my sincere apologies