Once I told you a story,
A story about a boy who betrayed me,
You heard my story, every word,
Startled, shocked,
And years later,
You did the same thing to me,
What does that make us?
What does that make you?
A ruthless *******?
What does that make me?
An imbecile idiotic girl?

When someone leaves forever,
A part inside us that belonged to them dies,
Sometimes it's a good part,
Sometimes it's a bad part,
But some leave causing gangrene,
They slowly infect our entire system,
Causing each part of ours to rot and die.

I’ve humored your stupidity,
I’ve cuddled with your weaknesses,
I’ve worshipped your lies,
I’ve shattered my heart waiting for you,
I’ve marred my soul believing you,
And what have you done?

Leave!

And when I leave,
You'll finally understand,
The meaning of,
Silence After The Storm.

When you bite a Scorpio,
You end up poisoning yourself.

In this age, where one-sided love is often fantasized & romanticized,
It holds a power that no other love can ever hold,
It speaks a language every broken soul will understand,
Paints a picture that makes even the happiest man weep blood.

The words we don't speak,
Become the haunted house we build for ourselves,
The words etched on our lips,
Crawl the walls of our mind suffocating,
The words trapped inside us,
Keep us awake at night,
Terrifying us like a ghost on a cold night,
The words that decay inside us,
Slowly, **** our souls and leave us dead.