Your sweetest smile touch my soul
Your sparkling teeth captivates my eyes
Your beauty amazed me
Your perfect like goddess
Your voice turn me on

But ugh"….
I turn my back on you
Your heart is not pure as white
Your like a devil when you speak

Your like a walking bending machine
Throwing bad words all around
You think its good on you
But nah!
It will never make you beautiful
If your soul is full of ****** words.

what would you say. if i said. that i thought. that you loved me
just for a second in time. but for now you’re above me
picking chrysanthemums by the lake never felt so appealing
teaching me how to speak cause you're a decent human being
those peachy rose cheeks would you mind if i picked one
surrounded by that soft tan from playing in that big sun
and your name should be Pooh cause your persona is honey
my queen bee yessiree she makes the stickiest worries funny
though hey. yes i know. that you don’t really love me
but one day. it will pass. like the spring. blossom lovely

smother me in my sleep
leave me in my dreams forever
i can find peace in the dark
meaning in overrated anyway

...centipedes underneath big rocks in the dirt.
...worms on the pavement in the rain.
...rotting roadkill you drove over today.
...maggots writhing inside of dead brains.
...rainbows in great puddles of oil.
...fakest person you'll ever ******* meet.
...weeds and crabgrass polluting the soil.
...reason I hate humanity.
...nightmares preventing your sleep.
...dreams making your knees weak.
...scab you can't stop picking.
...ulcer you can't stop licking.
...spider in the bathroom sink.
...shakes you get if you don't drink.
...doubt whispering inside your mind.
...lies you've been fed all your life.

I haven't talked to you in so long, so long that you'd think I'd forget,
that I'd forget the times you could capture my heart with a glance
My heart, damaged and scarred like your cheek
the thing under your eye that you thought caught everyone else's
because you were too vain to realize that everyone was staring
not at your cheek that you were so ashamed of,
but rather your irises so piercing,
reminiscent of the battles you had fought so fiercely
though you'd been in too much pain to realize it was you who had brought those problems upon yourself,
And when into my life you emerged, your anger and resent snuck in too
You'd insisted you needed me, but I grew to need you
Addicted, I couldn't exist without the reciprocation of the love I gave to you,
you taught me to manifest my insides on the outside
For yet another six months I never could exist without scars on my wrist
I hid them, ashamed, like you hid your scars on your face
We connected so well for so long, up until you became ashamed of me as well,
leaving the both of us to wallow in memories and things that remind me of your songs

A game, you played me like a ******* game
You convinced me I was the key to the lock you chained around your own heart
I thought you were the answer to my questions; you turned to create more that I still ask myself today.
Why shouldn't I cease to breathe? Will I ever be good enough? How much do I need to change? Is the only way to change this terrible existence ending it?
I could "fall" off that bridge we used to walk on when I wanted to see you and you insisted you missed me, too
I could jump from the tree we sat under last summer, holding hands while we watched the waves
I could even drown myself in that very water, the last thing I smell being the thing we used to relish in
No I only relish in the thought of getting carried away,
carried away like you said you had when you kissed him
I'll do what I want, not what you want
I want this in the same way you wanted him
I guarantee you you'll believe me when I tell you I'm okay;
I'll put on a better acting performance than you did for all our time together.
This is the first time in so long that my decision is dictated not by you, but by me,
In death I have control, and in ceasing to be I feel release
Thank you for teaching me what it feels like to love and lose,
Now just teach me how to let go as easily as you let go of me
Alas, after all,
If you talk, I'll listen to you

Maybe I'm different
For I am the king of arogance

when someone says they'll do anything for you
they're lying
unless they want to quit every second but don't as
they're crying
inside at the mere thought of letting you down while
they're dying
because they want to see you live life like you should

Your poetry is a lot better than mine
Professional
Clean
Passion-filled

I write.
I wrote?
I write.
From time to time.
But not like you.
I've seen your work.

Verbs brighter than a Sunday comic strip
Reminds me of playing dominos with my sisters after church
Play-dough sculptures
My hands can create anything, Mom!

But what now?
Broken hands
Broken mind
Broken poetry

I write.
But it's all ****.
It's been **** for months.
Not a **** analogy to come to mind
Except cliche darkness and awkward fumbling

So when you take my hand in yours
And kiss my forehead
And ask me if I write
I say
No