Love as solid as the air that we see in the cold
surrounding our souls
breathing into our frustrations
for days of isolation
and weeks of pain
that never made us stronger after all
A dreamcatcher hangs above my head
just to make it easier
for you to ****** those dreams away
And hearts are not meant to feel
but meant to suffer
from lies
that flow like blood
pouring into crystal vases
to feed the red roses
you sent to me
as another apology
for words
that should have remained unsaid
But said is the tense you seem to use
as if filters were only for water coming out of silver faucets
I have become the alphabet
as you manipulate me into any sentences you wish to spout off
I have become the mirror
that only shows you who you really are
when you're the one who chooses to look
I have become the trees
that you cut down
just to feel warm at night
I have become useless
Useless to everyone
except you.
As if uses are things that you abduct
to never have any intention of giving back
And those lies
and those words
and the "I love you"
were all the things
I used
to feel like I do now.
But I would give them back
Oh, how I wish
I could give them back.