when i'm in the mood i like to do poetry. this page is for those poems.
you.
once living testament of hell.
you wanted me there, i can tell.
you kept me locked in the tiny box.
it was over, i picked the lock.
when everything at fault was me.
maybe then i could finally see.
the lies and deceit were in sight.
you knew i didnt want to fight.
forcing my hand i still refused.
manipulation left infused.
its not that i wasnt trying.
your words left me crying.
open your eyes.
hope you realize.
rain, rain down on the corpse.
the anxiety, an unstoppable force.
cherry waves crash on my skin.
take what we were, two akin.
when its all said and done,
i hope you had fun.
dreaming?
opening my eyes,
i look over to my side,
over the path i stepped,
a friendly face i once kept.
being free once again,
couldn't tell you how long its been.
happy again only briefly,
the pain bleeds so deeply.
could this be real?
i ask myself to feel.
i look over to my right,
the clock says it's night.
i sit up and start to cry,
every waking moment, a lie.
being abandoned and left for dead,
making me want to destroy my head.
the cycle repeats nightly,
for a week,
for a month, maybe ten,
why won't it ever end?
why can't it stop, i wonder?
just want to be there for her.
i see things in the dark:
the spiral will embark.
life isn't a fairytale.
