Both Of You.

Both Of You.

this is going to sound strange to everybody's ears
but i know what has set me like this.
the boy that saved me is now the one that kills me.
when everything at first went wrong it was 'related' to me.
something i had to get over, i never did, i just hid it away from interested eyes.
i shouldn't have just blocked it 'cause now it eats me inside, just like he does now.
both still dig into my each and every though,
(no matter how far away i am).

critising thoughta of yours turn into analysing words of me.
something i thought i could destroy if i pushed them away.
give me a little something to know they'll disappear from me.
i can't survive with you both watching and analysing my each and every move.
i'll just snap.
millios of useless pieces that use to be me,
(never to seen again).

both once my one love at a point in time.
i guess its just evaporing into thin air before i feel anything from
this abstract piece of art.
maybe burning me at the stake
could help but its that amazing that you both dont know,
(and will never know).

that burden that you could feel on
your shoulders knowing you made some one
feel likem that would be horrible.
but just imagine how they do feel?
(will they ever know?)

just to write these words down
knowing that neither of you will ever
read this makes me feel at ease.
an emotiom that i'll never feel again,
(unknowingly for you).