You told me goodbye today -- 11 o’clock at night -- I thought I was safe,

wrapped up in my sheets but the light of my phone illuminated the bags under my eyes.

For the longest time, I tried to figure out why there were flames within your lungs --

how you heart became molded into thorns --

how your words spun around 180 degrees and stung like a swarm of bees, whenever you’d come to tell me “Hello.”

Hello --

Hello, was only said at Goodbye.

Hello to you was rather a question than a joyous greeting.

Hello was your way of saying you better pay attention to me or you’ll regret it.

Your tongue is that of a snake -- constantly flickering and spilling hatred all over the floor then threatening to sink your flimsy fangs into someone if they detest to clean it up.

within you there’s a part that is rotten -- something you have yet to devour and digest into your mind.

You're a butterfly within a glass box, your wings are outstretched and bleeding but you have yet to notice -- you have yet to notice --

That the only one who should be enraged is me.

You promised to teach me to swim so we swam out to sea.

Leaving me there drowning

After you chopped off all of my limbs.

The shrieks leaving my lungs as I stare off at a crimson ocean --

Why is it my blood that is weeping?

Why is my blood watering the shore where the flowers bloom -- your plucking petals, "I hate you, I hate you more," It's nothing but a war with you.

I'm happy I no longer have to swallow water to keep you sane, I thought I was drowning then, but how about now when it's filling my lungs?

It's okay -- just leave me in a landfill and pray that I waste away.

Throw me into the ocean and not think twice about the splash I'll create.

Abandon me in the cold where a fluttering heart ceases to beat.

Hoping my flesh is embedded into the frost,

and I'm filled with regret of your deceit.