I feel like you’re forcing this
the way gravity pushes us to be close
the way atoms fight and repulse
pulsing fragments, its unknown
if what we have is even true
and whats it to you if i even care?
its this, balanced equation
where you come into my heart
and walk away without a thought
repressing scars on a love once lost
tossing hundred dollar bills in wishing wells
and to tell you the truth,
i don’t know what more I’m hoping for…
id beg for you to stay, pay to make u leave
write it out on paper pages
if it’d rid me of these memories,
i fucking hate you…
the way you rob me of my dreams,
deplete me of these open seas,
the way you make me believe
that there’s no other fish for me
and even if there were, still i wouldn’t be happy
because it’s “not u, it’s me,”
battered within this soul,
shattered within my hope
coping with these notes,
the way, murderer she wrote,
i noose poetry and choke on tainted imagery
the way writers block the painted memories
i paint the parts that pain to see
the way that these things used to be,
                                                           and then I jump…