Two legs, two arms, two eyes, and one heart for the two of us,
For you and I are one,
Let our hearts intertwine like the branches of a tree,
Let the pain subside, then look at me,
Let my passion fill your eyes,
Let the sorrow melt away,
Let yourself be free,
Let me show you what love feels like,
Let yourself fall for the way my eyes twinkle when one mentions the night sky,
Let me become your moon and stars,
Let me take you as my Galaxy,
Let me love you like one really should,
Let me be for you what you've never had but always needed,
Let me heal you,
Let me take away the hurt in your heart,
Lay with me on this bed of raw emotions,
Let yourself fall into me, the way I've fallen into you,
But you can't........... Won't
I was too much for you,
You couldn't handle that I loved you more than you would allow yourself to love me,
You could've loved me, but you chose not to,
Hearing you say I made you feel more love in a couple months than you had felt in your entire life, made me feel like I actually mattered,
But to hear you say you found someone new, crushed my soul in ways only broken love can.

Dear Me,
            You ask only others if your work is good, you never actually trust in your own judgment. People have told you your writing is beautiful, so why don't you believe them? It must be the same reason you don't find yourself beautiful, because when you read your work or look in the mirror you wish it were different. For others to enjoy something even more the maker should be confident, so why aren't you? I hear you telling people who love you, you have no worth. I hear you telling yourself in the mirror you hate what you see. I hear you crying at night because of all the hate you hold for yourself. I hear you sitting in your bed gouging your heart out every night because you wish to be different. I've wrote to tell you to stop! When you do this you're hurting me the most, for I am the only one who's tortured by these sounds, for I am the only one forced to hear them everyday. Please stop, for you are killing me! I don't want to suffer anymore...... Please, I can't take this pain much longer. I know you're stronger than this! So please, please....... Please......just stop.

I am like dirt,
I get walked all over, people kick me around for fun,
I am like dirt,
I am unappreciated, unnoticed, I'm never wanted until they need me,
I am like dirt,
They dig, and dig, and dig into me, until they hit a rock,
But it's only me telling them to stop, and when they hit that stop,
They just break through me, break my feelings, and keep going,
I am like dirt,
I can be gentle, I can be tough,
I am like dirt because,
I try to leave, run, hide, escape,
But where can I go? What can I do?
All I am is dirt.

Did you burn everything he touched?
Even yourself?
Did you destroy everything he used?
Even yourself?
Do you hate everything he once loved?
Even yourself?
Did you break everything that reminds you of him?
Even yourself?
Did you forget it, all of it?
Even yourself?
Was he there for you more than anyone else?
Even yourself?
Does he hate you more than anyone else?
Even yourself?
Do you lie to everyone saying you're okay?
Even yourself?
Can anyone help you?
Even yourself?