Make me write my name in my own blood,
Pour out my heart,
Bottle it,
Keep it safe,
Use it against me

Blind me with a facade
Sixteen summers of innocence
Broken
By a rude initiation

I do not understand
Why you insist on crowding me
Trying to write your name on my heart
and then
Leave me for the more worthy.

It is one thing to humble my hubris.
But you broke my back,
And broke my broken heart.

So leave me here
With my fickle, disappointing
writer of apologies.

I am well used to solitude.

I knew it all along...but it was nice, pretending, for a while...that I had friends.