I Hurt In Places You Can't Fix.

"It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear
You almost feel ashamed
That someone could be that important
That without them, you feel like nothing
No one will ever understand how much it hurts
You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you
And when it's over, and it's gone
You almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back
So that you could have the good"

-We Found Love



"You destroy what you love"

-The Dove Keeper





One day maybe you will see me the way I've seen you.

The swoon in my stomach when I saw you.
The race of my heart when we touched.
The days when you called me crying because you poked your thumb on her thorn again.
Those days we cuddled for comfort.
The painful feeling of being so close to you when we lay in bed, yet knowing I can never touch you.
The way you woke me up every morning, peppering kisses on my face, and we'd cuddle until we were ready to face the world again.
The way you kissed me.
That time you straddled me in the chair, skittering across the ugly tile, just talking of our future.
The times you told me that I was too much.
The fact that you were right in front of me, and snatched away.
How we just sit in each other's company, and are content.
Those days we spoke of marrying one another.
The fact that you will never understand the pain I feel, because you love her, instead of me.
Frequent moments we share that I know I am in love with you.
My body hurts so bad from heartache.
Some days I hate you for it.
For not loving me.
For not wanting me.
For teasing me.
But that is always replaced by love.
I wonder if you know that you can work me like a puppet.
Then there was the day I coughed out the glass shards slitting my throat.
Black smoke into our clear sky.
and what's worse is that I couldn't tell if you'd came to stare or wash away the blood.
In the end I patched my own corpse, and the scarred tissue remains.
Your icy fingers encircled around my neck.
You smile at me as my eyelids droop.
And you blow the sickeningly sweet red dirt in my face.
The wind carries your essence on my being.
My dreams' carry the hope.
Love still has the reigns.
What's worse is that I still don't hate you.
I hate myself.
You suffocated me in pure ignorance.
Red frost under your lips and a poison label on the outside of your cherry lipstick.
I was born a hopeless romantic.
I was born a faithful lover.
I wonder if you can guess this is about you.
I'll confirm your thoughts.

It's about you.

But it always has been.