Short Poetry to Satisfy My Boredom

A Letter to Me

Hello,
I'm sorry for hurting you in most ways that harm you.
By doing so, I'm hurting your relationships with the people you were most close with.
I wanted to get out the anger I had from the world and I ended up putting it on you instead.
I'm sorry for that, truly.
For putting pain on you, you ended up putting it on others and I should never have done that.
I wanted to stay true to myself and prove a point by hurting you.
It didn't work, now did it?
I made you sleep constantly so you would forget about me as you wasted so many hours trying to push me away.
I wasted your time, huh?
You thought about getting rid of me and I sometimes listened and gave you the peace you needed,
but you always find me coming back.
Do you still love me as much as I hate you?
I hate you in the most loving way as possible.
I give you the physical touch you so desired where is would CUT deep into everything you hated.
I BIT at those desires you faced, so you never look back on them.
I did everything you NEEDED me to do and got rid of them.
You love that, don't you?
You wouldn't have longed for me if you didn't.
You love the hurt I give you as much as I love giving it to you.
Now tell me one thing
Why do you love the hurt I give you?
Why do you search for it every time you feel me?
Do I give you so much pleasure that after I'm gone, you start to miss me?
I love that you listen to what I have to say to you and the things that I want you to do.
It fills me up as much as you're emptiness fills you.
You don't push me away as much anymore.
I LOVE your attention towards me.
It's like a drug, right?
Am I a drug to you? I must be.

I LOVE bringing you to the places that make you SCARED.
Seeing you scream and cry trying to find a way out when you know you definitely can't escape from those places.
Those places are the places where you see me the most.
I love when you visit those as I SUCK out the life you once had.
Seeing you LIFELESS in front of me gives my purpose a fuller meaning.
To make you miserable.
That feeling makes me LOVE you MORE.
As I touch your lips again, I breathe in all of the good in you and kiss you with the bliss of evil straight from my lips.
I touch those places you hate most about yourself and give it a permanent meaning to it.
It gives you an inner SCAR.
As you cry, I see and feel those tears on your face and LICK the life out of them.
It's not weird, is it?
You don't find it weird, so it must be okay.
You haven't said stop to me yet, which gives me more of a reason to keep doing it.
You love it.
You LOVE ME.
You never said you hated me.
Like that's going to stop me.
It won't.
I'll keep coming back to you.

YOU BETTER GET USED TO ME,
Your Evil.