I abused my power of
                                  W.O.R.D.S

With syllables tightly woven  
of singular emotions. Tightly
rehearsed, like a play of characters
dividing her heart to where
she never expected it to go.

But words have a power to oppress
or release the binds that hold us back.
I versed my affections setting the shackles
to either release or hold us stronger than before
                                                                *"I love you,

I can't believe you did this to me.
To my heart.
We talked and stayed up all night chatting.
At what point did you think we couldn't talk about it?
We had talked about it before.
You were writing a book, thinking of the future.
Why?
Your last words to me were "Don't forget me"
You grabbed my wrist.
That plays over and over in my mind.
I can't eat. I can't sleep. But I can't feel either.
Why?
Just why?
You knew this would hurt me.
I can't be that mad at you though.
I know I can't blame it on you,
What else am I supposed to do?
Why did you do it?
Make yourself die?
We could have talked it over and you know it..
Made it all right.
But I'm not mad. Just disappointed.
But.
Not when I had felt the same way.
Been there, had that, tried and done that.
But gosh **** it, I miss you.
My eyes are red and swollen as well,
I had cried myself to sleep since.
You were my friend. I told you everything.
We really did have so much in common.

And I will soon forget your name and face,
Just as you forgot I even existed.

The tiny worms will feast upon my flesh
And the flies shall lay their eggs
into my rotten corpse