If I could (I would).

You abuse and play
On the heart strings of the boy
Who crazily fell into your
Trap on the wall.
Kin, but yet you can’t find
The need to regret the
Movements or the
Hair pulling.

I stalked who you are and tore into your existance to
Figure myself out.
To make myself absolute in a
Moment of crisis.
All I ever found was your
Picture haunting my sanity.

You’re elegantl in
The daylight when you’re
Hiding your grime and sins,
You fucking Christian.
I find myself wondering if you
Confessed about it.

You’re pierced in an array
With a violent display of
The feelings you swallowed him with.
Those words you wrote can only tell me
That you have a death wish.

You blabber about
Moving on and finding yourself in
The mistakes you’ve made and the
Friends you’ve attained. With your
Metaphor about
The tiny grains of sand.

“Thank you,” you wrote, “to
All of the people who have ever given me
A grain of your sand.” Unfortunately you’re
A cheat and a liar.
I know that you’ve stolen before.

It’s my heart you’re wrecking and
It’s very disgusting that I have to live
With his bones against yours in the
Back of my head
Eating me whole like maggots.

Open your pretty lips and
Let him in,
Making me feel worthless.
Hands clenched I find myself
Wanting to drown you.

Suffocating in music, you said,
And I hope you do.
I hope you listen so loud that your
Ribcage explodes and I
Never have face your smile again.

Sacramento is
A long way from home,
But when you’re up visiting
The distance is compromised
And I still find you disgusting.

I hope you somehow
Get this in your hands
And become even more insecure about
The way that you stand and
What people think about your hair.

At some point in life I will find
My own way to cope with the
Damage you’ve done.
You’ve set loose your own little demon
To completely tear apart

Everything I've broken my back for.