I trusted you,
And you tore me apart
So now you can feel the ice
That you've left in my heart

*From my poem Karma*

You're like the part of my life I know I can't fully live.

Dear Heart,
Your job is to pump blood through my body, NOT to get caught up in every little emotion and destroy yourself.

We need to partway our differences to clearly seeing signs of unhappiness drained us apart.

Don't prove to fix pain over and over thinking will fade, but never in a moment can stop feeling the way is felt.

My words ricochet off the wall that is you.

I cant do this anymore

What am I doing wrong? I don't understand.

You will never understand how bad you have let me rot in my mind.

The hurt is deeper than any physical pain been I have been rendered.

When their bodies are mostly made of plastic , they had hearts of stone