I don’t trust you. I wish I could, but I don’t trust you anymore.
You just constantly break my heart.
I can’t anymore, I tried very hard to be your friend, to become close to you. I tried, but now I feel stupid.
You don’t seems to notice it, I can’t pretend anymore, something in your magnetisum must have ****** me off.
I really wanted to makes you happy even if it was not with me, I could have done everything for you.
I can’t force you to love me.
I’m not blaming you, not at all.

I loved you. I loved you. I loved you.

you would think
a ferris wheel is fun.

you would think
a ferris wheel is romantic.

you would think
a ferris wheel is scary.

but you should know
a ferris wheel is plain stupid.

because it is just a huge wheel,
that spins round and round,
not making a difference.

is
stupid

I am not suicidal.
But life has lost all meaning.
While I may not go looking
for Death's hands,
if He found me,
and wrapped his fingers around mine
I think I just might
fall
     in
          love.

In my spare time, I put out his fires, and I cut
the bottoms of my feet on broken glass while
traversing across the muggy, jagged scape of his mind.

He calls my name between pulls of cigarettes and the
striking of cheap matches, and it's worth noting that I never liked
my name much until I heard the fires scream it.

I'd stand at his side and watch the flames cause his heart to implode,
and I'd fidget with his *****, shaking fingers while I listened to him
whisper something about 'I love yous'

A man's art is a reflection of self. I take note of this,
while I watch the flames dance and swing in the browns of his eyes
and warm the cavern that, moments before, had been a heart.