I am not what I say. Please, I am not what I yell over the noise you can not hear.

"I just wanna be the one."

"pretty little gasps of breath from the hardened hearts-"

“Don’t die for me. Look at me, and tell me you’ll live for me. Drop that knife and whisper my name to the ghost in the mirror.”

“You, my love. You- you are my nicotine. My heroin, morphine, cocaine. Whatever there is. All that there is, is you to me. You are my every gasp of sweet oblivion.”

“What happens in my mind is my drug. I get high on solitude.”

“I am my own ruin. I am my own destruction.”

“Oh love, why couldn’t you let it pass, as time and wind? Now look what you’ve done.”

“Existing after you was a chore so tiring I wanted to fold every passing second of day and night.”

As the roses wilted, so did she.

The next time you think I am hurt, stop searching for tears.