The only pain
 worth feeling
   is your finger
    nails dug deep
     into my heart
      because at least
       I know you're
        still apart of me.

Your hands fall
on the sides
of your hips
and a sigh
rolls out of
your mouth
You run through
lines you wished
you had said
but the script
disappears
as it comes
to an end
You wait for
silver pebbles
to be thrown
up at your window
but all you get
are the naked
tree branches
whacking the
glass in the storm
You wait for the
warmth of someone
else to come up
behind you and
hold you close
but all you get
is a damp
rain coat
So your cold
hands fall
again and
your face begins
to drip into a sad
puddle of numbness

He grabbed her heart and soul and dragged her off making her feel like she belonged to him.
But soon her only thoughts were how to get rid of him.
Because none of this "love" brought any ounce of happiness for her.
And though the regret she drowns in fills her lungs, she still manages to breathe a little of his air,
hanging on to that small,
ripped piece of him.

I swallow my fears, trying to erase them from my life and crush them down into the pit of my hungry stomach.
I feel the crying clouds dump buckets of pouring rain onto my fragile face, waking me up with the thundering bells above.
I watch my feet dangle over the side of my bitten finger nails, hoping my own shaking hand will save me.
But with one flick I'm shoved off the only person that could stop me from shattering.

Her skin is ripped not quite pale, but compared to the darkness that  glistens in pure silence down her wrist she is white as a ghost.
She wishes she was one. Invisible and dead.
No one could ever grab her hand again.
No more shivers up her spine because now she feels alone and empty, rattling bones inside her stomach. Heart drooping just like her baggy eyes.
She lays there. Helpless body frozen over by the icy stares they throw at her.
She just wants to be alone. Alone forever.
Oh, but it's selfish to think like this so she'll soon stop thinking at all.