We were together, but I forget the rest.
I suppose that's the way I de-stress.
By compressing all my feelings.
I guess it's best to address this issue as if it's made me blessed.

I must confess that this feels rather depressing as you are infesting my thoughts.
My skin crawls as I bequest whatever emotion I am unable to endure.
I engorge in my own heart break, in my self made ache.
As I wake from a veering and restless sleep.

My mind is eating away at my body.
I can't leave bed due to the sickening quake  that acquaints me as the sky changes to daybreak.
I intake all of the given hate and breathe deep.
You claim me as an object, a keepsake, and suddenly it's like there's been an outbreak as I shake to stay awake and try to avoid my fate.

You're a snake from the Garden of Eden, you swallow me whole, saying I'm sweet like a strawberry shortcake and I uptake my own cross to breakdown and pin myself to.
I will take away all this 'sin' from you.
The same way you said that I made you feel holy.

But you put so many holes in me.
Jesus blood is spouting from the pores in my skin, i ferment from all the chemicals you embed in me.
I've fallen from grace and I see your face in my nightmares, yet you obsess over me in your dreams.

I put on a smile everyday, but never for my own sake.
And melted snowflakes pour from under my eyes.
I am not that desperate for reassurance,
I do not need your hands to make me feel angelic.
Because I feel fucking godly.
And that has nothing to do with you.

Thanks for the assistance, but I never ever gave a damn about you.

                                   - Ariah Christman