here i am
going to bed
at 9:49 because
i cant stand
days like today
where i feel
like the dirt
you stomp on.
you used me.
and i still
want you back.
what is wrong
with my head?
why do you
keep torturing me
even after you
have already totally
broken my heart?
do you have
anywhere else to
be than in
my head again?
please go away.
just come back.
be with me.
leave me alone.
this is best.
what we need
is to be
apart right now.
i need you.
i need you
no matter
the consequences, im
struggling and i
cant do this
for much longer.
hopefully i can
make the next
year seem like
it flies by.
a year and
18 days more.
i regret giving
you the power
to break me
the way you
managed to do.
i want to
move on with
someone new but
i know i
will only see
you in his
face so theres
no point cuz
nobody will compare
to you anyway.
maybe he would
treat me like
im more than
an object, though.
maybe to him,
id be more.
maybe to you,
i could be
more than i
was before. i
will just keep
asking where i
went wrong and
hope that i
can become more
interesting or something.
maybe i will
finally realize while
we are apart,
that it wasnt
me who was
the problem here.
of course it
was my fault
too, but i
was trying to
follow the rules.
because to me,
you are more
than just skin.
i fell in
love with your
soul, but you
fell in love
with my body.
i am convinced.
thats why my
brain keeps telling
me to walk
away and never
come back to
the place where
i felt like
i was nothing
but your toy.
but my heart
tells me to
shut up and
i find myself
looking through our
old photos again
and hugging the
little plushies you
got for me.
you have this
effect on me.
i want to
let you go.
but you have
stitched yourself into
my hands with
wire. there are
staples in my
skin that you
left me with.
you have stuck
yourself to me
with hot glue,
and my hands
are scalding hot.
im burning alive.
we were toxic.
without a doubt.
but still, i
love you more
than any metaphor
could really justify,
i dont know
what i want.
but right now,
it is you.
no matter how
you break me,
my heart will
always truly belong
in your hands
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Adventures, Memories, and Everything in Between
Poetrybook 1 my brain is too crowded so i made room by putting stuff in here. so you're reading my brain pretty much. enjoy <3 WARNING: mature content because of strong language and references to alcohol and probably other stuff ALSO NONE OF THE VIDEOS IN...
