Teacups and Pens

Foolish Questions

I am such a fool. 

Let myself believe I'm okay,

but when I actually sit back

and begin fall apart,

I realize just how fucked up

I really am in here. 

Hello?

Maybe it's just the beckoning hours

of the night, 

and extremely early morning,

that makes me crawl

out from the darkest depths 

of myself,

and tries to tear down

everything I've put a wall up against.

I try to help myself,

but all I seem to do

is push the knife in deeper.

Do you still love him?

Yes. 

No, I never did.

Do you like him?

Yes. 

Why would someone like him

ever be interested in someone like you?

Will you ever be friends with him again?

I hope so.

No, you crushed him. 

How could he be friends with someone

as awful as you?

Everything I touch seems to shatter, 

And to think I thought

I was doing so damn well. 

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Late night poetry, I apologize. I should be sleeping, but I'm doing homework and listening to sad music and realizing false ephiphanies. Don't mind me...