Take my heart like a tea bag

And steep it in Apathy.

Drink up the dull emotions

Of the day.

The indifference to it all

Warming your belly.

And that's all that you'll feel for a while before returning to
the empty inside;

Just like your dry barren tea cup.

Just finished writing a book.
Honestly lost track of how long that took.
So what’s next...?

Let me support you , while you hang from the cliff edge .
                   Let me congratulate you on destroying
                                      every past thing said .
                      As if it meant nothing from the start .
                  Creating misery across life, like it was art .
                               Who knew you'd go that far .
                             But guess what , I'm still here .
                        How do you explain away the scars ?
                     Do your stories , only match the ones
                                 You deemed greater then us ?
                Do you give their life pain with the feelings of
                                                                      distrust?
                                            So why only me Love ?