like a animal that marks its territory though I was the prey
Yet u were never one to pray

Amen

Each word about you erases you from my chaotic mind..its like killing you in my thoughts.
Which leads to writing about myself.The death of you is the birth of me.
See writing this done makes me feel… well I’m numb
But surprisingly I’m thinking less about you.

I’m out of words so I’m d can’t stop writing about you
I don’t know if its because, I miss you or because I hate you
I don’t hate you but I do.

Complicated I know

Maybe If I keep writing it out, you will eventually disappear in my head.I dont know how to feel anymore I’m not sure if I wana feel at all because
I hate the feeling of you.

You called me your brown sugar but every morning I saw u pick the white sugar over brown just like u did with everything else… white bread,white rice ,white flour and soon with me.

Subconciously you showed me the truth that u hid.
Subconsciously u traded me every morning for something your comfortable with.
It bothered me and it still does

The thought of you burries me in a river of sadness
And I can’t seem to swim
Barely keeping a float
You said thick I am.
My lips were thicker then yours but my skin was not thick enough to let your razzor sharp words penetrate through me.
Like a suicidal child that cuts

You use to kiss me with such passion as if you had an obsession, but now you kiss that other to get the taste of me off your lips..because you remember how my kiss feels.

I’m that red wine that u enjoy siping on and when spilt on your carpet I stain, I leave my mark