Ah Po' me trying to pen poems like Poe writes to right poetry
from the likes of poured me
who sweats thru his pores to pour out his soul, and try out ANu poesi

drip...
      drip...
             drip...
a leaky faucet that someone didn't quite finish closing off
a cry for help when the ties of the rope aren't tight enough to hold your weight in lies and sadness.
so a slow drip will suffice
but you'll wish to expedite this pain by drowning yourself
but someone didn't quite finish closing you off
so you'll die
drop by drop.

and you used to love the water
the way it was refreshing and cleansing
and reminded you of the feelings we had
I left you on edge
I left you unhinged
I left you not quite closed off

I left you loose and you still poured out for me
I left you with hope and you drip on...

To the boys that I have poured my heart and soul out to over a text
You were both incredible people
Both, as in only two of you
I had liked, or loved, you both in way that I couldn't care for anyone else
That's one of the only similarities you share

To the boys that I have poured my heart and soul out to over a text
I hope you know it killed me when you didn't reply
I still believe I am the problem here
Why else would you cast me aside?
I am used to sending heartfelt text messages
Or even risky ones at that
But usually people reply
Whether it be with something beautiful
Or a basic "okay"

To the boys that I have poured my heart and soul out to over a text
I apologized to the both of you
That's the third thing you share
I apologized to one of you for messing everything up
And I apologized to the other because I knew I would destroy everything one day
Well, I didn't know, but I had a hunch
Because I ruin everything
But that would have only applied if you had let me in
But just like Heaven's gates,
You closed me off and put me in Hell.

Hell is similar to jail except you're fed in jail
Whereas Hell takes your appetite
Jail also gives you the bail option
Hell, unfortunately, does not.

To the boys that I have poured my heart and soul out to over a text
I've heard that babies often **** the energy out of their parents
and use it for their own personal gain
I hope you destroying my happiness was like that
I hope you grew a sense of happiness by destroying mine
         By not replying
         By not showing emotion
         By not giving ten seconds of your time to type out a sloppy response so I could get closure

To the boys that I have poured my heart and soul out to over a text
I'm sorry. It wasn't me. A friend stole my phone and sent that.
Wow, gee. Isn't autocorrect silly?
I didn't send that message! Here, check my phone!
You're accusing me of deleting that text? What kind of monster do you believe me to be?

To the boys that I have poured my heart and soul out to over a text**
I regret it and I'm sorry.