An angel has been so kind in creating you.

The devil has been so evil in creating “us”, however.
So cruel in creating a figment of my love-lorn and love-lost mindset.

So cruel, so I laugh at my half baked chances of talking or making you feel this way.

Running for my life from the snap about to come
Something is going to turn red
My eyes or her throat? Maybe both

Have a feeling I'm going to slide back into the old way.
Quit digesting even though I've seen things online
Quit talking even though my it’s my favourite
Quit the friends even though they're the only thing keeping me going
but won’t quit school.

They can all go to hell, but for all they know:
You're my best friends and I love you guys so much
and I hope we live together and I hope we stay best friends.
I hope we stay until we're old and wrinkly and hate each other.
I already hate you actually.

My body is made of stone.
My skeleton is made up of hellish things.
The hellish things that the weak are all familiar with.
We take them and turn them into weapons.
We turn our weapons on those who made
us like this. Thanks to them,
we are feared by them.
You could say it’s the perfect circle.

Trouble is coming to them and they won't be prepared.

tick, tick, tick.
tick, tick, tick.
the silence is filled
with a steady pulse.
a calming, steady rhyme.
so soft a sound, it could
send me to sleep.

then, an incessant whine
slowly feeds into my
intravenous drip.

We’re thicker than blood.
We don’t share rudeness.
But, once in a blue moon, it happens.

A soirée.
Opposite sides.
One room, two minds.

Except a new monde comes into play.
Brawny, stunning, dark natured.
Everything you aren’t.

I don't argue with idiots.
But you are always so infuriatingly wrong
that I just have to jump in and tell you.

I tell you how rude and unforgivable you are.
How you expect everyone to adore you,
but, honey, I have some advice;
you can't make people like you.

Take that as a compliment.
You'll thank me later.
And then I can say
I told you so.

She was a bright relief
from all the bitty boys.
made me laugh,
made me nervous,
made me happy.
But, of course, it
had to end.

The end came from my night
mind. Too many questions
about the future turned me
from any future with her.

To be truthful, I never saw
anything with her. Maybe I
just faked it for the novelty
of a girl being interested in
me when no boy ever was.

In the end,
only then did I realise that
she was the paperweight,
I, the paper.
It only took a strong wind,
namely the depths of my mind,
to lift her from me and
reveal how I truly felt
about her.
Just a paperweight.
No huge importance.

Of course.