ConsciousBreakdown

It started with a text, from him. My heart skipped a beat; every time my eyes, skimmed over that message. Hello, he said. Hi, I said back. The letters began to fly; we talked everyday. It started off, like a tingle. Then exploded; with every text. Saying cute little things, silly love poems. But, he was also there; for the bad times. Where I wanted to cry, he couldn't hold me. No, instead he made me laugh. Nervous. I didn't want to, say it first. Bad relationships in the past; flood my memories. Praying to God; that he isn't like him. But my phone, had the answer. His message, the letters burned in my head: I love you. We wanted to meet,

Stealing is a simple task once you’ve done it once or twice. I am the pirate that steals no gold. I don’t steal jewels, or food, or any material thing. No, what I steal is young women’s hearts. I take them, keep them, and soon, toss them away. They fall to my every need and are used as pretty little dolls. They fall for my charms and good looks. My smooth voice. My sweet words. They can’t see that I’m the dreaded pirate they’ve heard of. Soon, their hearts are mine to play with. Their bodies are mine to enjoy. But I get bored easily and I leave them like that. Hm? What’s that? Another pretty lass?

There’s something about the way your hands can   t     w   i     s   t in practiced movements when you break shards from my heart and carefully cut yourself on each sharp edge to leave a mark                your mark I know you love the way it pulls itself back together so you                                                                                                can                                                                                                      see                                                                                                           it                              

This is no poem. It is a letter, to say my feelings, My own real, true thoughts. An apology, For my weaknesses. We've known each other, For about a year. You walk up to me, And say, "hey, let's talk." I know the topic, But I don't expect, The news soon to come. "About her," I start, "Thoughts?" you calmly ask. Shrug. Try to keep calm. "I dunno," I say. You chuckle. I smile. Your chuckles, your smiles, They are infectious. It's a warm day but, My head won't focus, On the beautiful, Morning scenery, Of clouds, high and white, Of trees in the woods. You turn, look at me, Your smile is awkward, As you slowly ask, "But how do you feel?" "It'