It's me who polluted the air waves
Me who un dug the skeletons of the past
Now there demons run rampant
It's me who ******* this up
I treated this "thing" we had like a rug
And I tore it from the floor up
I ripped this un known relationship from the foundations
Threw rocks and shattered the window
Took a sledge hammer an knocked down the brick walls
I'm the plague that killed us
It's not you its me
And I must build this house alone
It's not you its me
Hopefully you'll like to put the blame on me
It was me

Hello are you there
I look at you but you stare
It's like you aren't there
Just an empty shell
Are you speaking to me
One words replies
Matches the vagueness in your eyes
Payback for the way I've treated you
Now you treat me like you don't care
When we kiss its emotionless
And cold
Even your hair lost its shade
Why is everything becoming so vague

You loved me back then
It made me so optimistic
About this distance
Ready to make you my commitment
You put me on top of your wish list
Love poured out of you
It made me think what is this
If wanting it was so wrong
Then I guess I was a misfit
Back then
That honey moon phase I would've taken it to my grave
When I first met you I didn't know how to behave
My family would've been so amazed
How could a girl make me feel this way
Once upon a time when everything was just fine
Admitting I like you I didn't mind
Saying I love you came easy
Like an actor who learned their line
But that was once upon a time

Words fly from my mouth like a boxing combination
But she just takes it on the chin
I stab at her
Using my words as a knife
But they don't pierce her skin
Instead the steel bends
My words are just cast away
Like sawdust in the wind
I write them down
But it's like invisible ink is in my pen
Nothing phases her
And I like that
She has lead skin

Little boy with wounds
on his heart. And scars
on his feet. Little boy
wondering off and lost
in the streets. Looking for
something to eat. Looking
for his family’s picture in
the sand. Little boy with a
broken toy in his hand. And
bruises on his lips. Runs in
the streets with no clue looking
like a fool. All he wants is a warm
hand to hold and a heart to crawl
in when it’s night and time for
bed* ~