The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl

Poem #41

I don't know how to go about this anymore
It's like I'm walking in a bomb infested land disguised as a field of flowers
I thought I was loved
But his words hit me like daggers
He only loves when it's convenient for him
And when it is not, he spits his venom at me and I take it and spit it back
I'm tired of this game we keep playing
It's dark and dreary
I remember when our love was new and exciting
That seems like more than 3 years ago
I bet he doesn't even remember it
He blocks out good memories and replaces it with wild accusations and insecurities
He feels like I'm out to get him and the more he feels it the more I feel like I am too
Am I just sucking the life out of him?
Is it over?
- r.b.