you said if i really loved you, i wouldn't let you go astray,
but it's hard to keep you static when you're forever running away.
constantly plunging in and out of uncomfortable situations.
clearly apparent how much we care for each other by kept-up communications
but the isolation gives me a chance to slowly twist within my head
the longing thoughts and memories into pure hatred instead.
deal with your insecurities like i deal with depression,
not well or effectively, simply have it feed your regression.

this poem will remain unfinished, along with all of the rest
i'm too sad to gather the words to properly convey that i'm depressed.
i fear i can't starve it off with pretty words any longer,
i'm failing to hold it at bay, even with all the metaphors i conjure.
i should have followed my faulty plans rather than thinking it through
and then maybe i'd have found a way to be able to rid myself of you
so that the bitterness can seep into the space which you once occupied...