collections.

If words couldn't save you. Well, you'd be long gone.
If I just poured out my soul. My heart. It wouldn't mean a thing.
Because I don't make sense at all, right?
I am just another puzzling girl. One of many?
Yeah..right.

I was the one girl who tried, as they all seem to give in after a week.
You're words make little to no sense at all..
until you look beyond that. Look through it.
Look through you.
Which isn't as hard as some may think.
You're so simple now that I've figured you out.

In these ending days. In these months of happiness and anger, vicoiusly tearing apart my insides, from the seams and into the beatuifully handcrafted patchwork on the left knee. Just as I notice your smile is gone, I realize that so is mine. I realize you suck the life right out of me and drown it in a pool of darkness and sorrow.
I'm not that upset when it all comes down to it.
If I come off like I care, think again.
And when I say hello, I am merely trying to be kind.
As human nature isn't always.
I don't have to be kind anymore.

I'll pretend these eyes aren't so sad.
Because you can always laugh it off and tell me that I, am just an emotional wreck.
But who's fault is that?
Surely, not mine. But you don't have to know it's yours.
We can pretend, and shake it off.
And you can act like nothing awkward ever happened.
We can sit here, and look at one another, just wishing someone would say something.
Anyone but us.
Anyone but him.
Anyone but her.
I just hope you'll grow up one day to make someone happy.
Even if it can't be me. I can still know I helped to mould you.
The thrill of it all was flushed away when you became old, and boring.
When your walls came down, and the real you wasn't all too exciting.

I came here to collect what's mine and to give back what's yours.
So sorry this couldn't be dealt with in an easier way.
So sorry this goodbye was on such bad terms.