I want.
What I want.
Is to tell you to stop talking.
Your words hurt me.
Our conversations destroy me.
But you don't know that.
Because you can't see.
Because you're heart is directly in front of your eyes.
Blinding you for what seems like forever.
I can't explain the pain that's felt whenever we talk.
My heart feels like it's going to explode.
Like my brain is going to implode.
I can't cry anymore.
There are no tears left.
The theft that has left my body weak, sore and scarred is one that can go down in history
As the day I stopped feeling.
The day I stopped dreaming.
The day I couldn't stop believing.
The day you ruined me.
And the day I ruined myself.
Because what I have felt and what I am still feeling and what I will always feel
Is not something small.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
