At least tell me you love me,
While you tighten my noose.

******* a kiss,
As my body jerks.

Show me your tears,
While I fight for oxygen.

Let me feel your warmth,
Hold my hand as mine fades.

Now watch me swing,
My body dancing in the wind.

Hang my picture.

Please hang it crooked.

A reminder,
That there was nothing perfect about me.

Nothing at all.

I can still taste the cigarette,
The flavour grafted to your skin.

You held my face,
Yellowed finger tips.

Beauty indescribable,
Ash stains down your shirt.

Every word you whispered,
All smoke and hurt.

If you wear my grip,
As a necklace.

I'll wear your scratches,
As tattoos.

Your thighs,
Painted with bruises.

My shoulders,
Flesh torn from bites.

Your hair,
Nested with knots.

My lip,
Swollen and bleeding.

I'll feel you tighten,
You'll feel me empty.

Well record it,
In our minds.

Us loving,
And hating.

At the same time.

Concrete shell, trauma had tremendously taken its toll.

Conciousness severely severed, stirring, wishing for serenity.

Contortionist women, weaving already woven wires of self doubt.

Constantly humiliating himself for harmful handfuls of unreciprocated love.

Conditioned by past partners propaganda that he'll never be a perfect person.

Concealing every tear torn, from his overused tear ducts.

Conceding to the fact that he'd rather be hurt repeatedly, than risk roaming remote roads alone, too afraid to stand in his own reflection.

Even if perfection existed,
You'd still find a reason to *****.

I could be love drunk,
Head over heels.
All my other priorities,
I've buried and ditched.

But if the heels aren't red bottoms,
And those rings aren't rocks.
You question the relationship,
Because I "ain't giving you ****."

Little miss,
Have me do it all,
So that you can look it all.

Instagram full of thirst traps.
I'm blocked,
So I can't see it all.

You act nice so that I buy it,
Just for another man to take it off.
Now you play the victim to your friends,
Because I've finally taken off.

It's the new generation love,
You give and you don't get.
But you're expected to keep giving,
Give parts of yourself to every girl you've ******* met.

Now you walk about empty,
Trying to find the next.
Next first love?
Or the next of yet another ex.

I want to shape my car,
Like the rim of a bottle.

Around a tree,
As the cork.

I need to open up to you,
But it's so hard to talk.

With both of our clothes,
Strung on the floor.

It's only when we ****,
And I call you a *****.

Do you ask,
"Can you please talk some more?"

Lost among the many versions of myself,
The ones I created for you.

The versions you asked for,
You begged and you pleaded.

The more that i multiply,
My sense of self is depleted.

You crave more,
Already sick of who I was yesterday.

I guess I'll forget who I am once more,
Maybe this time it'll be okay.

You know that I'll lose me,
Just so you can stay.

I'm an ever changing,
Shapeshifter.

An extroverted,
Introvert.

Selfish,
But i care too much.

Egotistical,
But I cant stand myself.

An *******,
But I'm chivalrous.

I'll be a chameleon.

For you,
I'd change my skin.

I'll be anything you want.

Because I know,
You hate it when I'm myself.



-Tré

Oh, poor baby.
Does your mind wage war?

Oh, poor baby.
Does your heart ache once more?

Oh, poor baby.
Did you give her your trust?

Oh, poor baby.
You didn't know the difference,
Between love,
And lust.

Lay me out in the sun,
Feel the warmth on my skin.

Shower me,
All of your tender love and affection.

Breathe me.
Inhale,
Exhale.
The oxygen of my calm.

Now I'm locked away.

Surrounded by darkness,
Cobwebs and dust.

My scent trapped.

Soil dry,
Petals withering.

Dying in the shadows,
Away from your light.

At least I'm still your favourite flower.

Right?

Will you love me,
Or hate me?

Will you smile at every text,
Or block me out of regret?

Will you think of me fondly,
Or try to forget?

Will you walk alongside me proud,
Or avoid me out of embarrassment?

Will my touch turn you on,
Or make you recoil with disgust?

Am I someone you could love?
Or is it over,
Before it ever begun?



-Tré

Not an artist in the slightest,
But I'll pick up my brush.

Every bristle perfectly dipped,
Strokes ever gentle and patient.

My wrist flicks in a perfect rhythm,
Seamlessly blending your colour.

For you,
I do the impossible.

I'll paint the sky golden,
Because you deserve anything other than ordinary.


- Tré

Itching and scratching,
I crave your touch.

Minds but a jumble of thoughts,
Your soft voice calms me.

I gasp for air,
Only you would share your breath.

All food became bland,
Ever since I acquired your taste.

Overthinking,
Drenched with sweat.
Hyperventilating.
Without you,
I'm burdened with stress.

Nicotine doesn't do it for me,
Ever since I became addicted to you.

I'll rearrange the stars,
Write your name among constellations.

I'll govern you a galaxy,
Colours beyond any spectrum.

I'll set off dying stars like fireworks,
Your eyes shine brighter than any nebula.

I'll smith you a corona,
A crown fit for you alone.

I'll chip away at the moon,
Until the shape resembles your smile.

To me,
You're more beautiful than space.

So let me make space,
Beautifully you.

-Tré

A simple transaction,
Let's do business.

A heart,
For a heart.
Fragments of souls,
Let's trade shards.

My old memories,
Burn them like polaroids.
Replace them with digitalised images of you.

Take my watch,
All of my time is yours.
Look at me,
Exchange our glances.

What of those three words?
Are they too expensive to be said?

An armoury,
A bank.
Even an old homestead.

I'd rob any,
To afford saying them to you.

Instruct me.

Teach me to love you,
In the ways that you want.

Whisper the words,
Of which you want me to speak.

Guide my hands,
To where you'd like their prints.

Focus my eyes,
On where to undress you.

Cover me in clay,
Mold me to your perfection.

The art of loving you.

I'll graduate with honours,
Straight A's in every lesson.



-Tré

A letter to my future child,
To whom I've been too strict on.

A controlling parent,
You've been locked away since you were born.

The curfews I set,
You see only as burdens.

Screaming that you hate me,
The rules I have,
Keep your heart hurting.

A dress to your ankles,
A tee shirt and some loose fitted jeans.

I'm sorry baby girl,
The world ain't as safe as it seems.

It shouldn't be this way,
It is what it is.

But i ******* refuse to find your corpse in a ditch,
Hogtied,
Clothes gone,
That type of ****.

You'd never see me on the news,
Crying saying "baby I miss you".

I'd destroy my life day by day to get yours back,
That's the issue.

Loved,
Safe,
Protected.

These are the things you find yourself "trapped" in?

Just listen,
My heart would break.
My soul would fracture.
I'd lose myself,
If I ever had to find you with pale skin.

Tears the flesh,
From my body.

Infest my head,
With putrid words.

I'm a parasitic burden,
Following your every move.

I'll tell you,
"You're perfect."

As you break me,
Until I'm brainless.



-Tré

A walking shell,
Wielding a partial heart.

Words torment,
His beautiful mind.

Your love,
Once his oxygen.
He's now gasping for air.

His confidence,
Is naught.

Mirrors,
Reflect only his faults.

Insanity,
Repetition of the impossible.

So let me love you.

While you dismantle my soul,
Once more.



-Tré

If we are to end,
Let my love feed your plants.

Let my tears soak their soil,
Absorb every drop.

I'll trade a memory,
For a tear.

With each tear,
Sprouts a new leaf.

I'll continue remembering you,
Until your beautiful flowers bloom.




-Tré

Oxygen is hard to gather,
But the air whispers sweet songs.

The city lights blur,
A mass of colour.

My years of memories,
Remembered in a mere 12 seconds.

Your tears,
Racing against the rain.

The feeling of weightlessness,
The irony.

The world grows larger,
With each inch the I plummet.

We trade glances,
Your eyes filled with care and compassion.

A beautiful smile,
As birght as the stars above.

Your loving hands,
Holding my wax wings.



-Tré

You said;

"Forever".
"For eternity".
"To infinity".
"Even in death".
"Until time stops".

It was only one year.

Intoxicated,
My mind stays whirring.

The blender of reality,
Dreams of fiction.

Too immature,
Maturity doesn't mix.

A nocturnal lover,
With a heart begging for warmth.

From a touch,
A smile.
****,
Even a word.

Propaganda of self hate,
Plastered to my brain.

Maybe if I drink,
I could feel loved again.


-Tré

My breathing was shallow,
Lungs barely filled.

My eyes felt half closed,
Not a colour painted upon my world.

Never a smile, nor a smirk.

I forgot the ability.

*** felt like labour.
Unpaid,
I was the worst *******.

My sense of self,
Lost in all of the characters I had created.

Loveless,
His flaw was showing he loved too much.

His skin hardened,
Met only with closed fists.

A lover,
Turned fighter,
With nothing to show for his scars.



- Tré

My mind,
Drowning itself with dreams of you.

Your words linger,
Teasing my ears with vocal nectar.

What about you?

Feel my heart,
Racing against yours.
Whose is faster?

My scent,
Sticks to your clothes like lint.

My breath,
Will kiss your neck.

A touch without contact,
Shudder for me.

My hands,
You miss them?

I want them to imprison you,
A sentence for as long as you'd like.




- Tré

Lay down some flowers,
Forget me.

My fingers running through your hair,
Comforting you to sleep.

Forget me.

My hoarse laugh at your awful jokes.

Forget me.

My eyes gazing at you with nothing but sincerity.

Forget me.

My name and all of the memories the go with it.

I'm dead.

Not dead and gone,
Just dead to you.



-Tré

Jump.

Let your body give in.

Allow yourself to plummet.

Feel the weightlessness?
That bed of air holding you afloat.

Now sink.

Go deeper.

Your worries dissolve.

Troubles dissipate.

Feel.

Fall,
In love.



-Tré

I finally grew the courage.
I stood up and said,
"Men don't hit women".

Apparently they hit kids too.

Trade your heart with mine,
Both chipped and damaged.
Give me your pain,
Let me guide you to a smile.

Come into my arms.
Independent,
But you want my protection.

Protect me,
My thoughts grow louder without your voice.

Think of me.
Dusk till dawn,
Thoughts of you swim through my brain.

No pacifist,
But I crave your peace.
I want to breathe you,
Bathe in your presence.

I value time,
My seconds are wasted when not spent on you.

Your beautiful mind,
Hidden behind a curtain of self doubt.

Be yourself.

Eight billion people,
And I'd rather be alone,
Than be with anyone else.



-Tré

Maybe if I,
Bent over backwards until my spine ******* snapped.

If I,
Went broke trying to spoil you,
To your hearts content.

If I,
Said yes,
For you,
There's no such thing as no.

If I,
Isolated myself,
So it's just you and me.

If I,
Rushed things,
Bought the ring,
Forgot about the speed.

If I,
Fought against,
Every guy you'd ever **** meet.

If I,
Throw away my trauma,
**** mine,
Yours is what mattered.

If I,
Worked some more,
You had 1 job,
Me 4,
But YOU need the break.

If I,
Give you MY house,
Give you MY car,
Everything in MY name.

If I,
Degrade myself,
"I'm disgusting."
I bet that'd boost your self esteem.

If I,
Never gave a ****,
And just let you do your own thing.

If I,
Shut my mouth,
Didn't stress about the rent.

If I,
Never stood up for once,
And demanded some respect.

If I,
Wasn't human,
Just one of your pets.

If I,
If I.

Maybe if you,
Didn't leave me,
Utterly broken and damaged.

Then maybe,
Time healed,
There were no pills,
And I could of managed.

Instead,
I sit here.
Crying,
Wondering "what the **** happened".

Asking myself,
"If i",
"If you".
As if that would've mattered.

Together 4 years,
Now for 4 months.
You don't even know,
That I've vanished.




-Tré

I crave you,
Everyday.

Your fingers,
Racing through my hair.

You may squirm,
Bless my ears with moans.

But,
I'm not done yet.

I can't stop,
Not until I'm full.

And,
You're more than satisfied.


-Tré

Restlessness.

Your eyes burning,
And your mouth dry.

Your spine twisted,
And your body aching.

You sweat,
Yet your teeth chatter.

Your mind races,
Insecurities.
Regrets and anger.

You toss,
And you turn.

But the sun has risen,
And the birds will sing.

Perhaps another night,
You will actually sleep.



-Tré

I'm a poison,
An incurable cancer.

I'm a burden,
A weight on your shoulders.

I'm repulsive.
Disgusted,
You've made me your secret.

I'm worthless,
A leech draining your life.

I'm unlovable,
Just someone to be with for quick comfort.

These are your thoughts,
But i already think them too.



-Tré