You could shove-in the biggest ******* blade into my chest and I-
I won’t hurt you back.
I won’t even cry.
I won’t ask you to stop.
I won’t curse you.
I won’t protest.
I will help you instead; Even if the pain kills me in the process.
I will lend you my hands when yours start to weaken.
Slit my throat to make sure my words won’t get a voice.
And if it helps, think of me as the thanksgiving turkey ready to get carved.
I will in fact make sure you are always alive in my poetry.
Every time I’ll struggle for words,
and every time my sentences will cry for meaning;
You, sir, will make sure my poems are breathing.

What does my ego say when it feels like I betrayed it?
*My apologies.

Goodbye  because with you I walk on fake ground once more.

Goodbye  because the silence hurts more than your truth.

Goodbye  because the restless nights are catching up to me.

Goodbye  because common sense has won over my heart.

I'm leaving without the fear of failing,* **for today I end what had never started.

In the fight of being a good friend
or a good daughter,
I decided to be a good friend.
At the end, it left me nothing.
Friends come and go,
judge you
and try to decide for you.
They don't really appreciate
if you stay for them or not.
Well,
those aren't real friends;
they are people
just wanting something from you
and once they get it, they just left.

Tears fall down
to a puddle
on the
ground

the world is spinning
and you stand
in front
grinning

Trust is shattered
like glass smashed
on the ground

I hope you're flattered
that I realized you
no longer
mattered