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birdlike bonesit's like youwrapped your fingersaround my throatand then hadthe nerve to ask meto breathe.
RegretOnce, you were my everything.I was blinded by my need.How could it have ever worked,When we could never touch?You were my fantasy,My dream love.I still don’t understand whyIt had to end the way it did.Our beautiful loveSplintered into thousands of nightmares.I know I was the one to break it off,But I’ll always regret we changed so much.Why did you drive me away?Did I mean so little to you?Or could it be I dreamed you into being?All I have now are muddled memories,And more missing pieces…
Unlit cigarettesYour heart doesn't beatto the same rhythm as minebut I want it to.
imaginemy vacant fingers missthe press of yourseven if it was onlyin my mindthat we weretouching.you were mine, therefloating happily througheyes squeezed shutbecause you wereright there with mebut now you're not.your fingersare pressing intothe dips of her spineand it's notfair.you said you wanted toalways make me happybutall you did wasmake me cry.
MonstersThe monsters don'tlive under your bed anymore.They don't rattle your closet doorsand scratch at your windows.They hide in yourpill bottles and sleepwith your razors,laughing as you choke onthe smoke from your cigarette.They sit on the toiletas you vomit whiskey and rum,counting down the daysuntil you self-destruct.They throw flowers on your gravesurrounded by people pretending to give a shitand tell everyone you were sofucking beautifuland that it's okay, becauseyou're in a better place, now.Halle-fucking-lujah.
the writer's diseasemy conversations becomeblurs of i-miss-you'slittered on the cold floor of empty promises.you deserve something more thansilhouettes of words, casting shadows onto my heartfilling it with tricks of lightthat try to hide away the darkness.sit down and stay for a while--except i'm going to gobecause i never learned how to keepthe beautiful thingsfor more than a little at a time;i'm left chain smoking words like cigarettesone word after the other after the other,exhaling them all with my cancerand my thick, black lungs.and they say a cigarette takes seven minutesfrom your life--yet these words take memories from mine,stripping me bare of the way you said my nameor the way you touched my facei read you poetry in the dark, oncefingers curled around wrists and hipsbreathing words onto your lips as if i couldkeep you, as if i could wrap you upin the network of stars that made up your eyesand get you to staybut you could never stayand we both know it isn't something
Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?"Daddy, daddy look at me!"She laughed and twirled aroundDressed up in her dress-up clothes.Daddy didn't make a sound. "Daddy, daddy look at me."She told him once again."Daddy, am I pretty?" Asked she, feeling empty within. "Yes." said daddy flatlyThough look he never did.She ripped off all the clothes,Ran to her room and hid.Daddy never came To ever see if she was fine. In her floor she laid.All she could do was cry. Daddy didn't love her;She knew that in her heart.It's not right for a five year oldTo feel broken, torn apart. Although too many years have passed The story's still the same.I called only when I needed himBut daddy never came.Now my dreams are haunted With that broken little girlAnd her horrid misconception ofThe best daddy in the world.
Just AskAsk me if I'm okay.I know I've already told you I am, but ask anyway.Ask so that I can tell you I'm not.I want to tell you I'm falling apart.I'm sinking lower and lower into this and I can't move past it.Ask me if I'm okay so that I can cry on your shoulder.I need someone to make me feel safe again.I need to feel like I'm wanted by somebody.Everything is just so fucked up lately.It feels like I've lost everybody that's ever mattered.Please, just ask me if I'm okay one more time.You're supposed to come back and see that I'm lying.You're supposed to stay until I tell you the truth.I need to feel loved, and you took that away.Just give me something back in return.Tell me that I'm good enough for somebody.Say that I'm good enough for you.Look me in the eye and tell me you know I'm not okay.Hold me in your arms and keep me protected.I know you can see the pain here.Just ask me one more time.I promise I'll give you the right answer this time.I can tell you I'm not okay.