Pocket Relief

This wasn't the plan
It was our only
True communication
I would read your pain
You would read mine
Eventually,
We would fall in love
All over again.
It would have been
Strangely romantic
Full of pain and happiness
But you took it away
You hid your feelings
Your pain
Like it isn't there
Or maybe it really isn't
Maybe I am so easy to get over
While you go to concerts
I sit in bed crying
Waiting for a poem that will
Explain
Everything I seem to miss
Everything that has eluded me
during our short relationship
This was going to change us
Make us better
So we could be stronger
Now, it is ruined
You ran and hid
How could I have thought
ANYTHING
would change?
Go cuddle up with that
Skinny whore
That utter bitch
The one who blames me
The one who touched you
Oh, so many times
But you thought it was okay
You thought that her
Filthy,
Diseased,
Boney,
Hands all over your body
Was
Okay.
While I sat in silence
Watching my girlfriend be touched
Giggling and laughing
It is more than enough
To drive any one over the edge
So, yes, I had to end it!
It was that or wait,
Wait for the agony
to rot me inside out.
Now I am free, but
Freedom comes with a price
One that is pure heartache
The only feeling of
Liveliness
I receive anymore is from
The small blade in my pocket