it seems cold,
when i look at it from
your point of view.

me discarding your emotions.
casting them aside like dirtied sheets,
to sleep in makeshift innocence.

let me just feel my own pain.

take in my own mistakes.
the weight of yours
coupled with mine,
would only crush
my already
curved
spine.

your eyes when they seek
broader meaning in me,
simply, repeatedly **** me.

your words shouldn't be kind.
a smile is something you shouldn't be
capable of accomplishing.

when you grasp words like,
"i'll be anything you want me to be"
you cling to them, as you would weeds
on the bank of some tumultuous river,
"just give me a chance,
i will show you how perfect i can be."

but you trying to keep your head above
the water
is only drowning me.