The Broken Book

June, 2016

6/11/16 1:34 AM - It Hurts Me Too

You stopped last time.

I almost cried

To see you try so hard for me.

But could it be,

I should have you quit?

Ask for it to end, that this is it?

I feel it all the way up my arm,

All the lines that you have carved.

I say it's okay

At the end of the day.

Because if it helps,

Then should I say else?

I'm never upset

Or angry by now.

But it always hurts,

I should take a bow

For coping so well,

As I feel my heart swell.

It causes me pain,

There isn't a gain.

I need this to end,

But how far will I bend?

6/15/16 3:53 PM - Superman

For my

Special someone. You have my

Undying love. I cannot describe the

Perfection I see in you,

Even on days you can't get out of bed. I

Remember the first time we stayed up till

Morning, talking about everything.

And today you cried, but you are

Not weak, my superman. You are brave.

6/28/16 4:07 AM - Runaway

You say I silenced you.

Shut you up and made you weak.

But you were the coward

Who ran away instead of trying.

You sit there and tell me it isn't your fault.

It's not your fault, because I was the one who changed you.

That isn't true.

Maybe if you had tried,

Instead of fleeing,

I wouldn't be irrelevant to you today.

Maybe you would have something to say.

Instead, you jumped and left me on a train about to crash.

If we had worked together, maybe we could've stopped it before everything fell apart.

There's a chance you wouldn't have written love poems as I cursed your name as "the one who broke me".

You claimed to love me months later.

Love?

Where was that incredible thing when you left me because you were afraid?

You said, "Honey, I was never gone."

Honey, you wanted to be.

That wasn't an accident.

That was a choice.

A choice you made,

Rather than telling me that issues had arisen in your pitiful mind.

Coward.

Too scared to be with me,

Too scared to leave,

Too scared to talk,

Too scared to talk about being afraid.

You stupid,

Fucking,

COWARD.

Now,

My little runaway.

Tell me how it feels to be "free".

Tell me how it feels to know you you chose ALL OF THIS.

Maybe you're not the only villain,

But in the end,

Runaways choose to run.