I was a flower you plucked from the ground, crushed in your hand, but made for a crown. You hurt my petals, neglected my leaves.

   I had to go, I had to leave.

And my painful words set me free, and I sent them to you as flowers. You, who stopped me from growing.

So you'd remember, always knowing. The flower that you tried to break and bleed, was finally free. As wild as the sea, and happy to be.

I feel the heat and irregular heartbeat wash over me. The widen of my eyes and my bodies surprise at something that feel so good makes me so low. You lift me up and make me lower than a dog in a ditch. I come back for your addiction,  and cuddle the affliction. I skip around the room on you,  ignoring my impending doom. Making friends with the sober introverts in the room. You embarrass me, but my veins and blood are too blind to see, and my voice too scared to speak. Inhaling you slowly, with my eyes closed in pleasure only a woman truly embracing her demons can feel. You're what's real,  you're all I feel. My heel. And as I start to come down looking for a card or razor I remember that I'm a ******* mess in a ***** dress, nothing more than a hidden bore with an addict's appeal

I feel your misery swept under blankets of false smiles.
I feel your sadness swept under grins and empty photos.
I feel what haunts you swept under hair flips and winks.
I feel the pain you haven't moved on from, swept under silly little one liners.  
I hope you someday find the happiness you've been telling the world you hold.
Peace is the goal, and fake happiness always becomes too heavy to hold.

I made your misery my home. It has become a part of me. A rash on my skin that itches when you're away. I'll never stop scratching.

You have no idea of what you destroyed inside of me. You have no knowledge of the light you took from me


Nothing feels okay. All the walls are closing all. All I think about are my sins. The pain doesn't end, it only begins.

I want to rip my heart out my ******* chest. Anything to stop it from beating so painfully from old memories.

I cried for you, I cried for us. I cried for what I thought we had. I cried because I was so wrong. I cried because there was nothing left.

How could you deny me? How could you turn your back on what we had, and all I had given you? You left when I needed you.

Maybe someday you'll come back and treat me like the person who gently held your heart. And not some stranger you cruelly tore apart.

He has a way with words and a habit of mistakes. Don't let him steal your heart, don't let him crush your soul. Save yourself, let him go.

I want to kiss your face, and always tell you it's okay to make mistakes. I want to hold your hand, and let you know I believe in your plans

You are everything I don't need,  but grown within me like a crooked ****. If only I could find the key to unlock the shackles you've bound to me. The chains wrapped inside my bones and squeezing my soul. You are my disease that I'm never sure if I I want to cure. A love that makes my heart yearn but sore. I know inside I'm free to go but emotionally can't leave this sick freak show. You are my sickness and my fantasy. How can I leave so easily. My kidnapper, my lover, war,  peace, and my pain,  my calm and my storm. You've always said it'd be you and me. This is not true love,  just Stockholm Syndrome to me