and after all that I've realized you are so not worth even popping into my mind for a brief moment, because now, you mean nothing to me and your name might still slip out of my lips and your voice probably will still scream inside my head but I can shut my lips and ignore your screams and shouts because you are not worth it anymore
It was nice knowing you
farewell

You pump through my veins like nicotine and your voice echoes through my head like a sad lullaby because I know I will never hear that voice again and I can't find a way to get you out of my mind because you still dwell inside my heart so I try so hard to get rid of you but you're trapped and the only way to release you is to release myself, too.

I'm so sorry for the awful way I've treated you and I don't know exactly why I do the things that I do all I know is that it's a whole lot easier for me to be heartless and have you dislike me then to be my sweet self and have my heart broken by you and have to pick up the shards that remain from my shattered heart and have to puzzle together the pieces again, but you know it's not easy because you can never fit a million pieces back together Perfectly there are always a few pieces that are left behind, and still collected between your nimble fingers, so I'm sorry for the way I've hurt you it's just I don't remember how to blockade the river of fear in my heart that you will hurt me just like the others have

Why don't you look at me?

Why don't you see all the things that I see?

Why is all this unclear to you but not to me?

Why don't you look at me?

Why don't you feel the things that I felt?

Why haven't you held the burden's I've held?

why won't you look at me
why do you ignore the tears I do cry
why do you chase after time I cannot bide

why won't you look at me?
why won't you look at the face you've painted?

Aren't you proud of your work?

Changing my world's gravitation into your world's,
so you are the sole center of my universe

Aren't you happy with how I hurt?

Making me feel as though I am not real,
not really my own abode

Why won't you look at me?
*Aren't you *happy with your work?

Like a rose you were breathtaking but also like a rose you pricked me with your thorns that unpredictably grew on your stem
Like the ever expansive night sky you were beautiful but also like the sky you struck me with your thunderbolts and shocked my body altering me and the way I am for my entire life
But I figured if you pierced me with your thorns enough they wouldn't be as sharp anymore and I thought that if you impaled my body with enough bolts of electricity that the storm would blow over and reveal the beautiful sky once again
And now that you're gone I've realized the only way to stop getting pricked is to isolate myself from your thorns and to escape the lightening I would have to stay inside away from the storm