Enough

I don't want to write this blog any more. There's nothing really left to say.
It's done.

Secrets

Somethings I can't even talk about anymore.
Interesting huh...
You can't expect to play with fire and not get burned... so they say.

Shards of Broken

Can you see Her?
Over there.
Seated on the floor, red stains on her dress.
Do you see Her?
Fist clenched around fragments of her being.
Now I see Her.
Trying to pick up what is Broken.
Somebody help Her.
Won't somebody tell Her?
Shattered hearts like broken glass;
You'll cut yourself,
Trying,
To pick it up.

Be That Way

Be that way
You way- So wrong.
Lost.
I can't be bothered.
Let me know if you're leaving for good this time.
You seem to have forgotten who walked away the last time.
Be what I need or stop wasting my time.
Be that way.
My way.
Or let me move the hell on.