I am a cocoon of sorts,
When I love, I love hard.
I work hard,
Every day,
Loving and caring, holding, nurturing.
I try my hardest to build the confidence of the one I love.
I'm there,
I'm whole,
Until one day,
The person I love,
Is so confident,
So ready,
That they leave.
And when they leave,
I crack, I break, I'm empty.
They're gone,
And I'm stuck,
Hanging there,
Alone,
Like a cocoon.

You know,
When they say "would you like me to punch you in your left arm so your right arm hurts a little less?"
That's what my body does.
I'm sad,
And my heart is throbbing and tears are streaming down my face,
So my body encounters a solution.
I get a headache, and there's less focus on my sadness.
I worry about medication, and rest,
And I think that my body is wonderful,
Because it's the only one
Trying to save me anymore,
And though it's just a small gesture,
I feel a whole hell of a lot less sad.

You are a flower,
Your body is a stem.
Flowers require lots of water and nutrients.
Sunlight is vital for a plant to live. like a plant,
we all need some light in our life.
You are my light.
Brightening my day.
I cannot survive without your touch, taste, and love.
It's a daily necessity.
Your face is the beautiful flower attached to your stem.
Without light,
The beauty is not there.
The flower dies.
I am nothing without you.
I am a flower.
Without you, my beauty is unseen,
I am dead inside.
You are vital for my survival,
I need you.

Why do i do this to myself?

I want you.
In silence i beg for your attention.
I just wanna be able to love you & treat you right.

You push me away.
Every chance you get.

I cry myself to sleep sometimes
Cause the feeling of unwantedness you bring to me drives me insane.

Why don't you reply?
Why don't you want me?

Your words say one thing
Your actions say another

Your hands create a beautiful story on my body.
Your lips makes the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

In the morning you disappear...

I just want to love you like you deserve.

It seems like everything I touch, I destroy.
I touched your car, I broke the glove box.
I held your mom's favorite coffee cup and watched it shatter to the ground.
I never had a pair of headphones work for longer than a few weeks.
I scratched up your favorite CD.
The crack of your phone was by my doing.

*You let me hold your heart and since that day it's been in a thousand little pieces, and even the apologies won't heal the scratches.
Even your black coffee isn't strong enough to remove the taste from my lips.