Lack of

        inspiration


    dedication


                  perhaps everything is


         just caged within.



                        Hard as I try,
  
         wishing to write




    

                but,



         not tomorrow





                              not tonight.

you told me you didn't give a **** about anything
i thought it was ok, good enough that you let me (in)
you told me you were beginning to feel sad
i noticed and decided that's why you were acting so bad
you told me you loved me
i was left wondering why you shoved me
you told me i wasn't enough
i believed you and decided, i deserved to be treated so rough
you told me you didn't need me
at this point i was stuck on trying to read (you)
when you told me you didn't give a **** about anything
i should have listened

When you miss someone
So much it hurts
Like physically hurts
And it makes you cry
It *****
I miss you heaps

she furiously scribbles down on her tiny notebook
that she keeps hidden

trying with all her might to ****
and continue starving herself

because apparently pretty hurts

you don't know,
how bad
i want to approach you
but i can't

your smile?
it lights up my world
and i,
thank you for that

your voice?
it's music to my ears
i want to tell you that,
but i can't

i want to come up to you
and tell you how perfect you are
but of course,
i can not.

because to you,
i'm just a nobody
and  that
will never change.

it hurts to know
that you have someone new
to treat like a princess

that you're happy with her
like you used to be
with me

but even though it hurts
i still have to go
and live my own life

because after all,
i'm the one who let you go