Human emotion is confusing.

It's okay to have a weakness, is it not? I guess you're that weakness. I stumble and find myself frail under your air of unperturbed eloquence and decorum. You make me weak both near and from afar.

If I must, I will smother the flames and die behind a smile. Anything to blind me from what lies inside.

Boy, why does your smile never reach your eyes?

You have this amazing way of breaking my heart every day. Cliche-y, I know.

Once again you choose that derelict grandson of yours over me.

Liquid inside murky lungs, tearing me down. Will you ever let loose of the soles of my soul and release me?

I have nothing to offer anyone, I am only a bandage for those around me.

I hate being alone.

I'm always the nice girl, never nice enough to date.

I trust you more than most. I must admit you hold my heart within your palms.

Massage the abrasions with flicking tips of penmanship. Sweet, swift utterances find me once again. Reminiscence of feathered words sung through letters and words written over keyboards.  I am shivering within the ribbons of wild desire to breathe again.

Inhale through bent lips. Teeth grinding through wax pallets. Exhale internal bits. Inhale death in each breath.

What really sucks is that you never cared enough to try to make me stay.