For the last time and forever
They pulled away from each other.
Their intertwined fingers unravelling
Like threads coming apart.

So complicated,
is this word.

So heavy,
is its weight.

So sad,
is its ending.

So wondrous,
is its beginning.

So relieved,
when both hear it.

So heartbreaking,
when one rejects it.

So troublesome,
is its burden.

So blessed,
is its meaning.

There are words etched into my skin
but they weren't placed there by others.
If I am in control of my thoughts,
then I am in control of my words
and only I can place words upon myself.
So call me names,
I already have my loquacious armor
and I'm not afraid to speak.
Chances are you won't tell me something about myself
that I don't already know.
Only I can truly define myself
and my skin is home to words such as:
honest, liar, loyal, manipulator, friend, and monster.

Try to make me feel bad.
I dare you.

I don't know what happened to me.
I used to write beautiful things,
but these days I seem to ramble on
until the notes match, only my song.

It makes me wonder why I'm still here
on this website to explain ever tear
to anyone who'll read.