You should prove your allegiance by looking me straight in the eyes,

and telling me that what we had meant the world to you.

Although no matter how your pupils attract me I know you’re all lies

and telling me what I want to hear isn’t nothing to prove.

Constantly, I’m being haunted by the memories of us touching lips,

but our apparitions fade once I start to see you and him.

And you guys won’t vanish.

Honestly, I can’t bare to see that image, I’d rather rip my eyes out,

now that you know my mindset has fallen apart.

I guarantee you I’d heal quicker without a heart,

that you hastily took away from me.

Just know that I wanted to be your Romeo, not an organ donor.

And all I feared was loneliness but not anymore now that you made me a loner.

I have a stoner state of mind, an addiction hard to find,

using drugs to recover that chest cavity of mine.

But it’s dead, it’s taken its last breath,

the second you pulled it right out my chest.

It knew best, and it saw that it couldn’t hide,

so it asphyxiated, an interminable suicide.

So thank you, for proving to me that without a heart,

I can still breathe although I’m dying to leave.

Because I’m nothing but a pathetic scum,

that’s what you and your family forced me to believe.

But is that true?

 

Now, I understand I’ve abandoned my education,

but without you by my side I saw no future.

And even if there was I wouldn’t be happy,

without my abiding abuser.

Despite what you put me through,

I’m still relevant enough to give you a chance;

while you grant me heartbreak,

cause you choose to neglect our romance.

Even I’m upset that I forgive you too much,

and to be completely honest I’m not sure how.

I pledge that if Shakespeare knew about my tragic life,

he’d be considered a god right now.

Cause my love life is hard not to write about,

because just like me, my relationships were a dropout.

So let me stick with the drugs,

they really do help.

They keep you off my mind so I won’t be going through hell,

while I see you smiling and hugging that new guy,

I’m dazed with a temporary happiness,

by virtue of this beneficial high.

Although it wastes money, I got nothing to lose,

it’s better than facing a charging bullet,

or becoming the martyr for a reticent noose.  

Which would you choose?