Here I am, consciously putting your puzzle piece heart back together because someone played the gambler and bet on your blood only to lose because you found out the game that was going on quicker than your host expected and they dropped your vessel like the glass trinket that it is and it shattered to pieces as it met with the ground. Harlotry is the game she started and didn't know how to quit, her mind seemed confused as well as her chest that seemed to be made cold as ice and black as night.
Here I am doing my best to show you how much I care, how much emotion is there in my heart waiting to be shared, to be left in your arms as the truth that it is, to be reflected in your eyes as the things I see, for I love you that much. I could stay with your help if you wanted me to, and could stare at the smile that I caused for you. Now here I breathe like it's not in my nature because of riggers of passion and moments of pleasure.
We could spread your beauty like a rumour that stays, like an illness that's healthy in odd kinds of ways. We can burn things together like pyro-addicted lovers and laugh in the faces of stupidity of others. And the places we stand will be all but cherished for our bitter facade has all but perished from the lives of those that treat us like **** in this evil world that's hell in a pit of a fruit of the universe that no one would pick for differences that express just how much that it ***** even for those with an Irishman's luck.
So here your faith shatters as mine did too and remembrance and patience are again a virtue that not many have because this world tore them down like a natur-istic thing that survives with a frown. And I love you so much I've faith in you, only you, and the things you may do for the hope that humanity will change one day and be more like you.

You can't swallow a yawn like you can swallow a pill,
but yet you try and then you pay by the bill
because the end came near for you after you choked
it all down and felt you'd explode.
So you call 911 and you pant in their ear
the last few breaths you can manage to bear.
You arrive with a time of death but a miracle awaited,
with your last will your God is who you hated.
You wanted to be gone with the tip of a hat,
you wanted them to say you weren't coming back
but you awake on a bed of white in intensive care
with the thought in your mind that this wasn't fair.
You just became worse as the days passed you by,
and you wanted this done, you wanted to die.
You tried it before, you'll try it again,
because there are thoughts in your head that are trying to bend.
Amnesia remembered you and took you in hold
and your brain is the main thing it always patrolled
while you lay in that bed to try and get better.
I wish I could call you, or write you a letter,
but you wouldn't know me since forgetting's your friend now
so here's to you, my heart's trying to know how
to live and keep living without you right here
because now as I look things just don't look clear.

My whole world is falling to pieces.
Nothing will ever be able to fix this.
I own a heart with gaps to fill
and while I crash I'm standing still.
Everything is spinning
and I'm having trouble breathing.
I'm losing all the things that matter
and the line my heart makes is going flatter.
Ceasing to exist seems to be logical.
Remember, my plan has a reason but not diabloical-
I just can't stand this, my mind is now drifting
onto thoughts of the end and it's not shifting.
I'll never be complete again,
and it's like that 'till the end.

I hope you're resting well tonight without dreams of pain or fright with the knowledge that without you I best be dead for every thought that has ever set foot in my head. In the end I will remember the days of the true and the times where I was too far away from you, but I will also recall the sweet bliss that we shared and the feelings we held although no one else cared. We fell in love once and that's all that matters, and still in my chest my heart seems to chatter on and on with how it misses you so and how when I looked into your eyes my vessel would glow with happiness as all that I see is the love that you have that is all just for me. Now darling, please darling, don't drift off too far- I need you right here and not with the stars. I can't let you go when you're still in my heart and you're holding me captive like some sort of art that is everyone's favourite but you can't let go, because deciding to share is letting everyone know just how amazing your lover can be with things that they never thought they'd be graced to see and that's none of their business, they'll all do just fine not knowing the jokes behind the rhythm and rhyme that I express for you today... Well, I love you dear. What else can I say?

Ten in the morning at the table without you,
still waiting for recognition, but you're gone.
It's the same **** on a different day,
and I know you'll be back tomorrow screaming you were wrong.

You left me as a burning flame,
saying not a word.
I heard those ******* keys fumble
as you rushed out of the door.
I'm not a ******* puppet,
I don't have any strings.
I'd like to hear you tell me
you've heard a puppet sing.
No, I'm not Cinderella,
I'm not wearing any rags.
I certainly don't clean the floors
for some ungrateful hags.
I'm not a tiny trinket
that you can just abuse.
I'm a ******* human
that you really shouldn't use.
No, you never loved me
you said that so yourself.
You just keep me as a toy
that you can put upon a shelf.

And now here you are, right outside my door
in a drunken stupour, struggling with the lock.
But the door was left wide open
at a dark hour on the clock.

I'm not ******* perfect
but you're just so much worse.
You argue with me *******
like I'm a ******* curse.
You don't ******* love me,
that's exactly what you said.
You'd love to see me choking.
You'd love to see me dead.
Your words are like a knife
stabbing through my heart,
but it's your ******* fault
that you used me from the start.
You're a pretty bleeder, dear.
Your head is on my floor.
You shouldn't have ever left me
or closed that ******* door.

I apologize if I'm too persistent in telling you that you matter to me and my heart in ways no one ever has. I've become melancholy in the thought of being alone since I have never been treated like anything but a waste of space and values on a clock. Years have gone by since I've felt like I truly existed to anyone for reasons beyond carnal need and emotional comprehension. I'm not accustomed to feeling a purpose. I've become distant from my own mental standpoint and blood-pumping center whereas I can find no direction. I've been abandoned by those who claimed they would never surrender. I've been damaged by those who stated they could never, would never, misuse me.
When you re-arrived in this shattered existence of mine and evaluated me as an actual being with sentimental value, instead of falling apart, I found myself falling together. Every last piece of me discovering the significance of who I am, always have been, and hopefully always will be. I lost multiple opportunities in which I could express to you the amount I care for your entire essence, I could beg to show you now. However, I will do so as you're willing.
Prepared.
Consenting.
Wanting.
You appeared in my life and became a part of the character I never expected to be. "Tu me manques." You are missing from me.

You lay in your bed that is void of anything but yourself and memories. You ponder to yourself over the

Words.

Embraces.

Silences.

you once shared with... Them.

You find yourself missing... Something...

Pieces of yourself you once thought you had but you lost somewhere in the hole of nothingness They gave but you searched for significance within daily.

Crystals form in corners of pink flesh and your cogs churn harder.

It's increasingly difficult to breathe. There's a force unknown by you that is pushing against your lungs.

That unceasingly shattered vessel beating harder in your chest, but if attempted to be heard it comes off as shallow. Nonexistent.

Who's there?

No one.

Not me.

Not Them.

No... You.

YOU  took me and didn't give me back. You took me...

You... You pillaged my body for pieces and left me broken in a junkyard life.

Tears.

Pity.

Depression.

Nothing left but a pile of pieces that no one even uses or cares for anymore.

I can't believe you could tear me apart like that and not make an attempt in repairs. Instead you stole dire parts and tried to find someone you could change.

The truth is, you can't take pieces of something you never truly cared about and attempt to apply it to someone else because it will

NEVER

bear any significance to you, your heart, your mind, or soul.

You're a sad excuse for a waste of territory.

You apathy is pathetic.