Pink LinesThe uneven lines of my skinFor times when despair got the better of meRun across my armA fragile pink.Many times has regret flashed through my mindAs my eyes wander over them.Delicate and innocent looking.Meaning no harm but representing the very opposite.
Her Own ImaginingsA sudden weariness crept over me as I replayed everything that had led me up to this point. Was it my own callousness that brought on the shameful display of pain racking through my body? One half believed this to be true. The anger and despair were the strongest emotions she ever felt in the relationship. Did he not see her eyes twinkle with the shine of unshed tears? As he leaves her to her own imaginings, horrible as they would never be confirmed or disproved. Left to fester and grow dangerously close to her heart, as frail as a hummingbird's, quick to flutter and fail at the first sign of distress. She felt as if his age were a boulder, blocking her path. She struggled vainly to enter the pathway that was closed to her. But not once did he look back. For if he had, just once, he would have gazed upon a seamless pit of disappointment and longing that were her eyes.
A Billion BreaksI could take a billion breaksA million kicksA thousand punchesA hundred sticksA tonne of rocksA kilo of painA load of angerAn army of blameA heap of burnsA stack of cutsSpilling blood and bone and hurt and gutsA mass of fireA mountain of rageA mound of tortureA pile of hateBut the disappointment in your eyes is worse than them all combined.
10 Reasons10 reasons, why I don't love you, the same as the10 reasons, I can't stand you, similar to the10 reasons, I can't trust you, because of the10 reasons, I don't want to.10 things, I can't stand about you, as well as the10 things that I hate, and the10 things I can't change about you, because of the10 things I said too late.