• When I think of you I can't think straight.
    I am blinded by an overwhelming hate.

    I associate you with a hazy maze.
    It's like I'm lost in your hideous face.

    I can't break out, and now I'm suffocating.
    I hear your voice and it's a torture method.
    I'm cracking.
    You're getting my confession, now.

    I loved you.
    How did you get me to say it?

    You broke my heart into a thousand pieces.
    You threw my soul into black beaches.

    I'm gasping in air, but I'm drowning in pain.
    I want it to end.
    Will this salt water drain?
    Can I be saved?
    Or is it too late?

    Is it possible to survive?
    Or is this my fate?

    Do I die here?
    While you laugh there.
    Next to the new girl.
    She's smiling and pointing at my tears.
    I'm dying slowly and agonizing.
    Yet, you look at me as if my destiny is mesmerizing.

    I want to live
    but to live with you in my brain
    is Hell.

    I don't want to die
    but you're in my mind
    and I hate to dwell.

    I'll push you out, and then my life jacket will come.
    I'm out of the beach.

    And she's away from you.

    You're a 40-year old obese pot-smoker.
    This poem lost it's flow.
    You're out of my mind.
    I don't care, but I have to go.
    And leave you behind.
    Enjoy the single life.