I was looking for you,
in someone else.

You're grace,
you're kindness,
you're pure gentle touch,
all of which had been broken,
for someone else.

Why did I put myself through this,
you moved on.
I was stuck.
You were the only someone else I wanted.

You, me, and the world.
Nobody else.
Someone else.

When you took my own soul from me,
Of course I wasn’t going to be “okay”
You planted me in your rotted heart,
Grew me under artificial light,
Poured vinegar on my stomata for growth,
And ripped out my roots when you’d seen enough.

There.
Lying among the rest of your bouquets.
With screaming petals of
“He loves me, He loves me not”
Pouring out pure life from my stem.
You took my own soul from me,
Of course I wasn’t going to be “okay”

I ask for glass of what SHE has
When it is given to me, I still feel unsatisfied
The moment jealousy is redeemed,
Nothing but regret is to be held against my own head.

Let me write through your heart,
creating an inseparable melody.
Allow me to open your locked gate,
to all of my mistakes.
Hold me in my darkest hour,
and never let go.
It's simple.

I hope you receive the love I was never given

I’m alone.
My future, deceiving.
Longing for a grip.
I’m crying for help,
but everyone seems to have their headphones in.