Teach me how to be happy again
I’m too tired to be sad already.

if this is where it ends, my love,
then what can i do?
but to hold on to memories,
of me
and you.

I'm like a bird and he cut off my wings.
The cage is open but my heart it stings.
Now I'm his puppet - ******* by strings,
He's burying me alive.

Cement and rubble weigh me down
Heads under water so I will drown
I have no choice - he wears the crown
He's was always by my side.

I scream aloud for all to hear
But he won't let a person near
I live in existential fear
He's gonna watch me die.

I'm tired now, lost too much blood
He kicks my face down in the mud
To get his way, he'd push and shove
And so I say Goodbye

with heavy lids i open my eyes
your gentle hums bring butterflies
i hold you close, bone to bone
together, we are no longer alone
all memories dance within our brains
fascination and obsession pulse through our veins
drifting to sleep, in tranquility
_     _______   _____   _
your heart beat whispers to which i wake
i smile and turn to see your face
and once again i start to cry
seeing the empty place where you used to lie

To the boy who broke my heart before I was old enough to heal from it,
I don’t know if I’ve forgiven you
Though I no longer think of you…
Every now and then, I lose consciousness to your hands once more
And your breath races down my neck,
The pain then leaks into my fingertips, as if it’s home.

It isn’t hard to brush it away, though
Like a speck of dirt on my sweater.
Small, gross, and not worth my time.
To me, our relationship was dirt.
Small, gross, and not worth my time.

Therefore, this letter isn’t too terribly hard for me to write,
But I wrote you to confess that you left me scarred.
You see, your home was my jail cell
Your words my punishment
Our relationship was a trial for a crime I never committed.

I felt lost in you.
You were a never-ending maze,
And I a hungry rat that was never quite smart enough to find the exit.
But…you forgot that even a rat realizes when their search is fruitless.

My old friend, this letter is to tell you that my scars look good on me.
And the rumors that spread like disease once I finally left you
Have built up my immune system.
Filth, grime,
Dirt and rats,
Can’t make me sick like before.
I’ve purged you.
My malady.