irritating words in a typical font

So maybe I should just learn to tear my eyes away from these pages, because all I've ever noticed is your broken record playing the tune of she's-not-here-anymore.

And echoed cliches are irritation, and midnight phrases are trickling acid to burn up my corneas and leave me screaming. Belt it out to the world that you're lonely again; voice it out in out-of-tune lyrics that we've all heard before.

Why can't you realize that nobody cares?

Gas stations and empty patches of grass keep on reminding you of the girl you thought you owned. Obsession is equal to loss of sight. You didn't need to prove it to me because I'd already noticed that you saw nothing but the skin in front of you, scented with those sickeningly-sweet vanilla and cotton-candy sprays that everyone has, yet you'd sworn that it was just her beautiful soul, and her perfection, and her fucking hazel eyes.

You forgot to notice that her reflection in the mirror was different than the girl who had the ability to breathe.

You lost-puppy'd your way here. Why don't you just crawl back out the way you came? I tore my hands from yours, yet I was careful to not get any of your skin underneath my fingernails, even though I still succeeded in ripping you apart--I won't hold on to even one fragment of you. And now that you think you're slowly stitching yourself back together, you're still ripping it all back out again, just so I'll notice. I'm sick of your self-injury. I'm sick of you slamming the door in all of your potential chances at other sources of happiness. But maybe it's not all about individuality anymore...






Maybe I'm just sick of you.