I feel raped.

So cheap,

And used.

Did your words

Ever mean

What you meant?

You've taken apart of me.

I can't seem to find the final piece.

To make me feel real.

Skin

Sunken.

Eyes

Hallowed.

Lips

Chapped.

Was I ever who I was?

Your words.

I wanted you to be more for me?

But our days of parking lots,

And trips to Paul's.

Are as dead as they ever where real.

For you,

who only asked to be loved.

For you,

who wanted a gesture to be more

than a bitter lie.

I can't love you,

and it kills me

in ways

you will never know.

The weirdness in me won't allow.

I pine for something I could never be.

I would give you,

My heart,

My Soul,

My Body.

But,

It'd never mean a damn thing.

I wish I'd end this softly.

Or

Just wisely.

But that be anti-climatic,

Now wouldn't it?

I fear being near

you.

My claws will sink into you,

and you,

will be more alone

than

ever.

Dedicated to a certain someone.

I'm forever sorry.