Your eyes throw knives
  (at us) from across the bar.
Peircing my already cut up heart.
             -- don't make me bleed out.

You made the choice...
For the both of us,
promised it was not my fault.

You don’t want to worry about me
                     -- So don’t.
I don’t want to be a burden
On your fragile mind any longer.
Never again will I be your support.

I hope that your ice is strong enough
                       to be your rock.
Careful that it doesn’t melt
From the heat of all your anger.
Watch that it isn’t crushed
Under the weight of your mistakes.

I hope that the straw can stand strong,
                      and hold you up
While the liquid it fed you turns its back
And becomes too much
    -- for you to handle.

And I hope that the ceramic and porcelain
                      that your face falls on
understands when you cry
and tell it how you’re pained inside
and feel all alone at night.

Maybe the pipe will taste just as good,
                 See if it welcomes your lips,
With a sweet and delicate kiss.
And I hope that it’s just as fun,
But I’m not sure weeds smell so sweet.

(But at least you don’t have to feel.
Just leave that one up to me.)

And I hope you enjoy the smell of the
              empty pillow by your head.
And waking up just as alone as
The porcelain will not remember
              that you had said.

I hope all of the hands touching you now
                                                  feel sincere.
Just be sure that they don’t scratch too hard.
And I hope that they understand, smile and say
                It’s okay,
When you can’t perform as you had planned.

Now you’re free to do what you want,
                 when you want.
But will you remember it in the end?
I hope it holds value you in your heart.
                    Cherish this forever.
Or will it turn out to be meaningless?
A blur – a waste of time that just...
(Let me know when)             gets you
                   --  no where fast.