For the unbreakable,

the man who never shed his skin, has diffused.
withering away to show the pain within, he cries.
the tears streak down, already diminishing the remaining burns.
the day he swore he'd never fall apart has arrived,
leaving him naked of all the walls he's built so thick.
someone warned the downfall, someone saw this coming.
but he didn't.
and just moments after the breakdown,
the one they never dreamt to see,
was gone.
and reconstructed were the walls,
and dried were the tears,
and gone, was the short lived visible heart.

For wasted words,

Why have I been running from you?
I ask myself this in my head as it lays against your chest.
I feel you beating into me, quickening my own pulse.
This simple thought brings heat to my face, I feel it visibly spreading.
I hope you see the smile stretching across my blushing skin.
I start to feel you in my stomach,
tickling my insides like I've swallowed a hundred feathers.
I'm so delicately choking on your breath.

For my consistant failure,

I am destruction
taking down everything around me.
I am spiraling
into your chest and splitting you down the middle.
I am breaking
what I've known into shards of broken bones.

For the red devil,

You are the root of my problems
growing askew and tangling my insides.
This is what it all comes down to,
this is when it all leaks out.

The pills were supposed to stop you,
you should be gone.
But you return
time and time again with a vengeance.

I kick, I scream, I groan in the agony you breed.
Leave my body,
and don't forget a fragment of your torture.
You'll rue the day you fucked this all up.

For nothing,

I just want to walk down that road again.
The one that kept on going and going and going.
And we kept repeating the words in our heads
so we could potentially sort them out.
Truth be to form,
it never made sense.
And that's why I'm still here hanging on a string.