A/N: I felt the need for some poetry. Enjoy…although you probably won't.
a cold summer rain
can be the best thing
for a troubled mind,
but so is
a sharp steel knife.
Your love was the best thing for me,
but without it I crumbled
beneath the weight of the world
balanced on my shoulders.
I lie awake, every night
thinking of you
and how I wish you were mine to love.
But now,
I cannot take the pressure.
What I would give to feel nothing.
What I would give to die
and be free from the bondage
that your love
has thrust upon me.
Nothing ever comes easily.
everything always goes wrong at the
worst possible moments.
Maybe this time things will go
according to plan,
and I will be dead
when daylight breaks
upon my silent broken heart.