poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post

seventeen

i was eleven.

and you were too

now all i think when i see your name

is the sad color blue.

i mourn for what you did to me

cut what you made yours

against my will

behind closed doors.

this disgust rooted deep inside

i wish i were better

lord save this man who nearly died,

writing a sad letter.

i thought it'd be goodbye

that you'd leave me be

but life just doesn't work that way

so horribly for me.

leave me alone.

you've hurt me for far too long

my pain had never faded

and it was you all along.

so go talk to your friends

and let them see

how easily you ended it

between you and me.