collected

monster

it's you,
not me.

you gave me your heart,
your trust,
in hopes I wouldn't be a monster-

but I am.

it isn't like I will change either,
in my mind we just weren't
meant to be.

and now you're almost in tears
on your bedroom floor.
while I'm laughing with my friends.

trouble is the devil's recipe
and I'd shake hands with him
like it's my favorite dessert.

because you gave me your heart,
your trust,
and I whisked it into:
it isn't you,
it's me.