Did you know that for the past two years every time we pass by my veins stiffen into frigid diamonds and my bones shake with a fear fever?
You told me one night with a voice that cuts like a blade that you were a monster,
And I believe it now.
You fed me lies from the palms of your hands that made me feel like I actually mattered,          and those lies hatched free from their corpse shells swallowing my mind with an infection that rotted me from the inside;
Making me believe that you and I were linked hand in hand like the ocean to the seashore.                                                                                             And I was right about that-
You are as violent and cruel as the backstabbing tides,              
And like the seashore
I do not forget of your harsh wave’s senselessly crashing into me.                       
It was my fault for falling in love with your fables instead of your soul.                                                                                                                           If this wasn’t actually by definition a “friendship”,
Then why is it before I fall asleep each night I see your face smiling behind the skin of my eyelids and my heart pounds                  
On the jail cell doors of my ribcage for you to maybe somehow hear
How pathetically loud my heart screams and come crawling back to me in pity?                                    
You were mad that you couldn’t take control of me with your beautiful smile that ropes around wrists and throats,
Mad that you couldn’t mold me into your puppet that                              
You could pull at the strings and silence my voice.                           
You wanted so desperately to be the sun
But you are a strand of grass swaying through miles of pasture.                          
You used to always say to me you walked alone a path of darkness fit only for the broken to limp upon.
That it was you against the world,                                             
But really it was just you against yourself. 
Your sick words have become an unwelcome guest in my body
That I can’t seem to get rid of like cancerous letters circulating throughout my blood stream.
You are a monster with knives for lips.                                                 
You need remedy and I think I’d like to go there too.
But I think to myself that when many years are missed and have died away with the stars, what will play behind my eyes once I’ve forgotten you?