strike a match and hold the flame near my skin, let the yellow light kiss me until my body parts turn red and raw.

you are a house
you are made of walls and doors
and windows to see through
you are a house and I have made a home inside of you.

with trembling bones and aching hearts we scream
calling out for people who can not hear us
with broken hopes and shattered dreams
we are falling further than we have ever fallen before
with empty souls and hollow thoughts
we are vacant
we are gone

leave me on the ground in the woods to soak up the earth.

when im done and my bones are filled with dirt come pour water over me in hopes that from my ribcage flowers might bloom.

come check on me from time to time, you can pick a flower for your new lover if you like, I wont mind.

come and see me, you can feed me water and tend to my weeds.

I know you couldn't love me in person but what about when I have roses blooming from my eyes?

I know you never saw any beauty in me but what about when I am the garden in which you take pride?

I know you couldn't stand to touch me when I had skin but what about when daisy spring from in between my bony thighs?

We are burning in fires.
The same fires we set ourselves and we are crying out with shaking voices for people who can not hear us.
We are laying in pools of our own blood.
The same blood we watched spill from our freshly slit wrists and we are crying out with trembling voices, for people who can not hear us.
We are perishing in the centre of our own chaos.
The same chaos that we caused with all our guilt, greed, and grief.
We are crying with out with hollow voices for people who can not hear us.

I've noticed that you seem distant recently.
Drifting further and further away each day.
I can feel you slipping through my fingers.
You go there often.
That place you go when your not here.
I can tell its different from here.
I  can tell that where ever it is you go you seem more at peace.
I hope you feel free.
I hope you can smile there without feeling fake.
I hope you know I looked for you when you first started to leave.
I wanted to bring you back to me.
I needed my friend you see.
But I think now it seems the place you go is the place you need to be.

I hate you.
I hate you for hurting me in all of the ways that you have.
I hate you.
I hate you for leaving me when I needed you most.
I hate you.
I hate you for looking into my eyes and telling me lies.
I hate you.
I hate you for running when you should of stayed.
I hate you.
I hate you because you make me hate myself for loving you despite all that you have done.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
I ******* hate you.

the tree stood still and alone.
alone and standing still the tree creaked and moaned with every dying breath it took.
one day soon I will cut down the tree that stands still and alone.
I will cut it up into pieces for your fire, so at night you are kept warm.
you will enjoy the warmth coming from the burning tree, but never the warmth of me.
it will take me a whole day to chop it down and I will work tediously but you will not thank me.
instead you will ask me to pour you a cup of tea.
and I will, I will make it with love, and watch as you drink it with hate.
together we will watch the tree turn black in our fire place, you being glad for the tree me being glad for you.
im jealous of that tree, it gets to feel your admiring eyes whilst all I get from you is coldness.
I should probably remind myself to take pleasure in chopping it down.

What I learnt about people and when they leave is that you have to let them.
Let them go because they need to.
Let them go because they have to.
The reasons they are going may not be reasons you understand, but they are their reasons and that is enough.
You can cry and scream and act as pathetic as you like.
But then you have to let them walk away.
You have to let them go places, and explore worlds you do not exist in.
You have to let them go and you have to be okay with it.
Because its never really about if they leave or stay all its really about is if they return.

we are the forgotten ones.
left behind like bones.
we are already gone.
they wont miss us or mourn.
they wont look back or dwell.
they will forget us like the memory of yesterday.
we are already gone.
we are the forgotten ones.

Before I go I will pick up all of the broken pieces of love that have been left scattered on the ground, and I will stuff each and every last shard into my ribcage.
I will call out to the wind and demand the answers to all the questions I have left to ask.
I will collect and burry each and every deep dark secret I know deep into the earth.
I will wash all of my greed and guilt away into the river.
I will throw the last of my aching black soul into the fire to die.
Then at last I will say goodbye.

One day those bones of yours will begin to rust.
Fading away.
Reducing to dust.
Just as everything else had wasted away, gone with the winds of yesterday.
You wont be you and I wont be I.
Neither of either wont apply.
The sun will stop being hot and the moon will stop shinning.
Our minds will fade and time will wade.
And it will all stop.
And it will all end.

If there is one thing you should know it is that you should forgive them.
Even if they are not sorry.
Even if they do not care.
Forgive them.
Forgive them not because you have to but because you can.
Forgive them because you should not have to carry the weight of what they have done upon your shoulders.
Forgive them because late at night while you are sleeping they will be wallowing in the guilt of what they have done, even if the do not realise it yet.
Forgive them because its right.
Forgive them because in a world where people can hurt you like that there is a need for the kind of beauty found in forgiveness.
Forgive them.