You're hiding all your sins in me. All your urges and twisted thoughts and deviance. You're trying to unleash it all on me, stain me with the filthiest parts of your mind, and blow off the steam and anger you try to keep so far inside yourself. You're taking all the scary, *****, unnatural parts of yourself and forcing them all on me, so you can keep yourself clean for her. So you can be her guardian angel, her knight in shining armor. Without blackened wings, or being covered in blood and oil. Stay the **** away from me. I don't need this. I don't, I really don't. You're trying to push all your darkness off on me, all the taints of lust and violence and anger and sadism that you don't want her to see. You can't do this forever. So keep adding to your own suffering. Have your shining little princess and your throne of ****. It'll all come down someday.

Nothing to craft
That's a lie
It's hardly a task
I just let words fly
I made the title
**** I messed it up
By going meta
And telling you
What's what
But that's ok
Here I go anyway
This poem could still be good
Surely?
Floating flocks of fawns
That drowned in humble ponds
Miserable image sure
But it has a weird allure
How do I tie this together...
Right, just let it flow
No need for clever
Writing poems
Is like grating cheddar

I feel it in my bones
Though little of my own
To see it in others
My heart it grows
Feelings of deep
Sadness, yes
But also unity
For in each tear
I shed for another
The closer we become

Me every single night: I'm gonna go to sleep immediately! Then I be so refreshed in the morning and will get so much done! I'll just check hellopoetry once really quick and then head to bed.

Four hours later: Oh... it's 3AM... and I'm still on hellopoetry... oops. Just one more hour!

In the morning: I hate everything that exists. I am going to die of exhaustion. Rawr. Grrr. No one touch me or I will stab you.