Today, I tore my heart off of yours with unparalleled force. I told you I wanted to be friends.
I don't.
I told you this will help me heal.
It won't.
You are missing from me; my eyes burn no longer with tears but with fatigue.
You bid me to sleep soundly. You feed my soul with fruits that can only be found hanging from the crooked tree that is you.
I let you bend me until I broke,
And you are all that can put me back together. I've never been so confused and submerged, suffocated and frustrated, for you can't give me what I want or need.
I try to convince myself you don't deserve me, and you don't.
This is unhealthy.
I want anything that will numb the pain or speed the scarring.