I look at you and my heart splinters into my lungs.
the floor is my only solace as I scream at your bedroom ceiling.
You are a shell of a boy I once knew,
now consumed by tasteless sweet nothings
and cheap perfume.
Do you think she cares about you?
Or does her "lonely" scream louder than her "I loves you's"?
She is stringing you along
like a ratted old teddy.
She is a child and she will play with your heart
without caution because she has never learned how to value a single thing in her depressing life.
you are blind and hopeful
and without her you struggle to say your own name
and everythings a mess because you are the same home,
but your furniture has been rearranged.
you are lost.
and I get it
but the difference is that I am still here
still fighting for truth
while you wither away with a vape
and empty promises.
It's hard for me to not be angry with the little things
you do to sabotage your own happiness
because all of the littles become bigs
and I'm tired of the holes you dig
as you pour every last bit of common sense into it
My throat is tired from singing cautionary tales.
You don't listen.
and I need to let you go.
You are not my burden
and I am not your keeper.
You are an addict and there is nothing I can do for you.
She is a drug and you are killing yourself.