Overflowing, within this refrain;

One half of a heart; two fourths of a brain.

Those things are all that remain—

I hurt myself more, stuck within disdain—

Tell me you’ll stay

Tell me it’s fine

Although, you know,

That I—

Will die.

All of your lies

Which you denied—

All of my cries:

Shoved out of sight—

The painful images,

The hurtful messages,

You, too, 

Lay amongst now-faded vestiges.

Tell me I’m soaring 

Tell me I’m free—

Whisper into my ear—

Say I’m your “one and only”—

Hold me tight—

Please, be my light—

Teach me to be

An angel in flight—

Show me how to see

The world like you do—

Show me how to be

Someone just like you.

“It isn’t so cold,”

“Forever, you’re mine,”

Tell me I’m special;

Let me inside—

Hurt me more, now,

Please, make me bleed—

Tell me that I’m

A thing without need.

Caress my wounds;

Fool me into love—

Although it hurts,

It’s more than enough.

It’s the only way

I can forget:

A thousand songbirds,

One final sonnet—

The words we wrote:

A beautiful play—

I guess—

 I just couldn’t make you stay.