Trash I Write When I'm Sad II

People dont own people

i thought for a split second
that he'd be mine
but i realized
he never will be
and it was wrong to think so
because people down own people
and just because i love him
it doesnt give me the right

and 'friends' dont look at eachother like we do
but perhapd i got that wrong too
because all over the turning have been tables
and im hoping silence
will let everything fall into place,
like the books say it does

and i need the silence to cure.me like it does everyone else
but it just so happens that the silence is a bitch
and she doesnt fucking like me because why would she?
i dont like her either

she twists my thoughts and summons my fears,
she forms dewdrops in my eyes and even makes me question why

and all i asked her to do
was to tell me why he didnt love me back
and i know thats selfish

feeling like you have to love me because i love you

feeling like you should be mine because i do so.much for you you

and i think thats what makes me ugly after all

and ill question to the day i die
why my tongue tastes so sweet
even in such a time of yearning
because it should taste bitter
but now that i think about it

you.never did
you tasted like devils lust
like lingering feelings and attachment issues
like an inability to let go or to hang on

but perhaps there is more than four tastes
because you are a certain type
that i hadnt tasted before now
called 'regret'