tangled-87

Last night I stole your surface, The window to your soul, I grasped your heart with both hands, Ready to take you whole, I bled your insides rotten, Watched them run red dry, Watched your face turn breathless, Waiting for you to die. You stole me as I suffered, Took away my pride, Killed me three times over, Never said goodbye, Making my life uneasy, My stable mind a mess, Forcing me to suicide, Leaving you to guess. So while you sleep I'll try again, To find some kind of soul, To find some kind of part of you, The one that made me whole, Waiting in the west wing, For my time to come, Know that now I hate you, See now

Dear..Whoever, Today I found your old letters, With declaration of your love, I read them carefully one by one, And wrote back like I should of, The pen felt like a knife, Waiting in my hand, For blood and feelings soon to flow, And rest upon the sand. Today I found your perfume, That once lay upon my bed, The scent so strong and perfect, Where you once had laid your head, The smell of you lay distant, Of memories that were once here, Those times when you lay dormant, And I'd hold you through your fear. Today I found your picture, Laying broken under my bed, Lost memories of arguments, And things I wish I'd said, I cleane