I Started Writing This Love Letter, All I Got Were These ****ty Lines

I don't have the patience
I don't care about the time
While I give him what he deserves
I'll take everything that's mine.

I don't have the patience
For the slow long death this deserves
I'd rather pull it quickly
Time out in my own world.

No dear I haven't finished this yet.
I won't swallow this pill and forget.
You cry but you still cheat.
Love, are you still so worried?
Love, can you stomach anything you eat?

You lie beside ghosts inside your bed.
Passing through your mind. Tormenting your head.

Wipe the vomit from your mouth.
You have a sickness. I describe.
A virus unknown inside. I prescribe.
A cocktail of sleeping pills.
A bottle by your side.

Shock horror. Pupils wide.
Where are the wells we search for to drown our honesty?
How hard can it be?
You probably turned him into stone.
Those eyes could force anyone to be alone.

Scribbled lines. Varsity letters.
Every one of us we all know better.
Feel the hand around you tighten.
Your balls are in that vice.
You could. You should. You didn't.

The stress it crawls in swarms upon my scalp
You point the finger while I'm crying out for help.
I don't want it. You'll approve my thought.
If consistency is your key. Re-evaluate the lock.
Your constant in agreement. A mental head block.

Will I find anything in your words?
Here comes the frustration. A mumbled final curse.
Mathematics can't even understand.
How this just got 1 million times worse.