I'm in writer's block. Abstract

Make me something. Mold me. Shape Me. I'm yours.
Make me nothing. Tear me. Rape me. I'm yours.
I can't write because of you.
I can write because of you.
Bleed. Cry. I fucking hate you.
No. I fucking love you.
My burden. My blessing.
What am I? I'm just jamming words into a keyboard.
What do I write?
About how much i hate you?
Or how much i love you?
You fucking bitch.
You fucking queen.
Take me to heaven.
Take me to hell.
Spit in my face, and then give me a towel to wipe it off.
Put a knife through my chest and surgically remove it.
fuck you. i can't stand you.
i can't get enough.
im a masochist.
destroy me. tear me limb from limb.
i know youll rebuild me.
murder me. i know youll revive me.
no matter how bad it gets. no matter what we do.
you end up back on my line, saying "i love you".
and you promise me the sun, the moon, and the stars.
the fucking universe. and the wheel spins again.

Excerpts From A letter I Wrote

-"I wish i could say the word "we" a lot more when i write this. Sadly, I can't. I'm too sure of your emotions to do so. Just so you know what to expect, this is gonna be a mixture of my feelings, our past, and anything i feel i need to tell you, or you should know. I didn't fall in love with you in September. I fell in love with you in December of '07. I know that now. I wasn't sure back then. I'm sorry i didn't display it more."

-"....so i convinced myself to fall out of love with you. It worked, well enough that i wasn't depressed at all times and could still talk to you. Anyways, fast forward to August/September. In the months prior to august, my feelings for you came back. Let me correct myself. My feelings never left, my mindset changed."

-"I don't care what you say. What you did to me was way worse than what i ever did to you. I never lead you to believe I unconditionally loved you just to fuck with your head. You knew i wasn't in love with you. I, on the other hand, did. Step back from your biased mindset and let me know which is worse."