Sonnet

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you wear your hair.
I hate the way you hold yourself.
I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big pink coat
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick.
It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're never right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh;
Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around
And the fact that you didn't care at all,
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;
Not even close;
Not even a little bit;
Not even at all.

She's broken me. I am dead. No heart, no soul. I never knew what the phrase 'a broken heart' meant, but now I understand. My chest... I can feel my heart and it's twisting, deforming, in little pieces, every time I breathe out I feel like a little bit of my soul is lost.

She said she didn't want a relationship, but she did, just not with me. She'll move on very fast, I'm just sorry that I'll have to be a burden and be around for the next few months. I just hope that when she never has to see or speak to me again she'll be happy. She's good at being happy. I just wish I could remember what happiness felt like...

I deserve this. Everything I have ever loved has thrown me away and laughed as I wept and bled. I see no point in anything. How can I trust anyone. No emotion. No feeling. Just pain... It hurts... I've suffered for so long... What did I do... What did I do... I'm sorry... Kill me please... I want to die... I've tried to go on... But it's not worth it anymore.

She doesn't care. I'm just another blip. She didn't care. Just another notch on her bedpost... She'll try for a couple of days then stop bothering, as soon as I'm out of sight, she'll be fine. She'll stop worrying. Out of sight, out of mind...

I want to be happy... I want it so much... Something I can never have...

I want to be mean to her, but I have no right. I have no right to anything. I still want her to be happy. I still want her to succeed. I still care. I still love her.

Everytime I say that, I push her away a little more. She hates me. She doesn't care. KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH my body is giving up.

I mean all of this. Never doubt me.

I gave her everything, and she took it all, used it for herself, then threw me away without a second thought and never cared. I can't... Why...? What did I d... I'm sorry for it, whatever it was...

I love her. In vain. She'll never want me.

Kill me.

Sitting Waiting Wishing...

Another day goes by with me out of the loop. To summarize the past few incidents, After Tuesday's tragic turn of events, on Wednesday evening Emma came round to pick up a hoodie she'd left in the flat. Prior to her arrival I thought that this would be it, this would be the moment when in actual fact she'd take all her stuff, leave her key, and basically block me out. In actual fact, I made things far worse for myself, as I tend to do. We basically sat and talked for a while, and reminisced. She then saw the box I'd put all her stuff in, and then asked me why I done it, then told me to put it all back. I was happy about that, and I kissed her. Twice. She didn't stop me, but she seemed a bit awkward. Then she left on her big tour of the country for her auditions, unsuccessfully unfortunately.

Looking back though, the fact that she left her things here doesn't seem so great. The fact being that she's keeping both me and Tom W on the go, simmering us both, until such a time when she decides who she wants. Which isn't far on either of us. Don't get me wrong, I hate Tom Wolstenhome, but I still acknowledge the fact that what Emma's doing to him is cruel. I mean, he wants to get with her, it's obvious to him and her, and even me and I haven't even met the guy. But she's telling me she still loves me, I'll bet she hasn't told him that. And likewise, she hasn't told me what she's talking to him about or how she feels about him.

Emma is one of those girls that have a certain magnetism, people are drawn to her. And I can't help feeling that she might be enjoying this. The fact that she's got two guys after her, and she wants to see who'll prove themselves more. Which is sick. It's getting to the point where, well, I've already lost all the trust I had in her, but now I'm starting to lose all my respect for her as well. Again, there's no way to get her to do anything, see anything or listen. I just don't want her to play the innocent card anymore, as though she's the victim. Well, my plan now is to make myself the best fucking person she's ever seen, and become the best person in college. I just wish I didn't have to see her again. That would make all of this so much easier.

It's the fact I can't control myself. Like I write this now, I have a plan about how I'm going to act around her, but as soon as she's there it goes out the window and I'm back to being a blubbering, simpering idiot who panders after her, so she has complete control, following her every whim. I hate that. I like to be in control, I like to have power. And in this situation I'm powerless. I don't want to act like that, but love forces me to, I never knew I could hate love so much. It's all so confusing.

I'm sorry that these posts are always about Emma and what's going on, but it's the best way for me to get it off my chest, and vent some anger and sadness. So sorry about that. But anyway... I'll soldier on.

I don't know....

This is.... I don't actually have the words. Right. So this morning, I woke up, made sure Jack was awake and willing to leave his house for dance, went home, got changed, went into college to help with the boys dance and assist Andy with his monologues, then went home again, had a shower, freshened up, got changed into a nice set of clothes, caught another bus into town, all of this costing me my precious little money, bought a nice bottle of wine for Emma, went to Maxwell's 10 minutes early, got a table for two and ordered some water and bread. Waited for 15 minutes, got a little nervous, called Emma.

'Hey.

Hi, where are you?

I'm at home.

You... weren't supposed to be doing anything today?

....... Oh shit.'

That summarizes Emma's opinion on me at the moment. 'Oh Shit'. All I am is an expletive, never to be mentioned in public or in front of people she wants to impress.
I don't know if I can care anymore. Christ... She treats me like shit.

Oh shit............ what have I done?!?!?!?!?! She started talking to me on facebook chat and I ranted and then called her and shouted and was mean and told her I LOVED HER AGAIN........ what the fuck?!?!! I was doing so well and now I'm involved again!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so drained, everything's rushing back, I can't get involved in this, it's not worth it. Why the fuck did I do that... I'm such a fucking idiot!! Christ... Now she hates me again, I've made the situation worse, I've gotta lay low for awhile. Leave it alone, not talk or think about it, jesus christ I'm an imbecile... Should've listened to everyone else but noooooo.... Rory does what Rory wants, now who's the fucking hypocrite... Arghhhhhh..... Plan. Need a plan. Lay low, don't talk. Leave it. Done. Christ.............

Right, so increased separation from Emma is slowly helping me to wean myself of off her. I'm not over her, but I think I'm at a point where if she asked me to be in a relationship again, I'd probably say no. It's not that I wouldn't want to spend the whole summer with her, but how could I trust her?

This is what I've figured out. On that long fateful night, when I told Emma how much I loved and cared for her, and how scared I was about how I was going to support her in the future, I acted really crazy, and that was the bit I couldn't figure out. There was no reason for me to, so why? And then I realized, the reason I acted so insane was because that was the specific moment in my life when I matured into a man. That was the moment I acted all of life's responsibilities and commitments, to follow through on my promises and to act on my feelings. That was the moment when I could finally say, 'I want to be with you for the rest of my life.'

And Emma had a chance then, to mature into a young women. Not necessarily to commit to me for the rest of her life, but to acknowledge me, and deal with it maturely. A chance to grow, and gain respect from all about her. And she threw it away. She acted like an immature, silly 11 year old girl, and ran away from the problem, breaking my heart and my life in the process. But hey. As long as she's happy.

I left this open for a day, now I'm back. I think I've got there. Or I'm starting out on the way to getting there. There being a point where I realise that the likelihood is that me and Emma are probably never going to get back together. And I think I'm ok with that. As I've said before, I just don't trust her. And I am a man. And she is a little girl. And I don't think I can take her back after what she's done to me. I hate being single, and I'll always cherish the time me and Em had last year, it was the best time of my life, but I think it's time to move on. It sucks that I'm going to have to see her practically everyday until the end of June, but these things can't be helped. And I think I'm moving on from this a lot better and faster than last time, so maybe there's hope for me soon, which is a good thought.

In the words of Bob Dylan:

I once loved a woman, a child I am told.
I gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul.

But don't think twice, it's alright........

Poem 2

Also untitled.


Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.
I'm too much of a coward to do the deed myself.
How can I have changed so much?
These new attributes that eat away my own health.

Every look, touch, taste, smell,
Keep me trapped in this infernal hell.
So throw me away, the broken boy.
No longer wanted, a worthless toy.

Self-loathing perpetuates, surrounds my form.
No one's wants are in sync, mine least of all.
For the sake of others, I tear myself apart.
They shall be happy, at the expense of my heart.

Creeping shivers rack my spine,
Empty eyes scream but suppressed.
The reason for my punishment, I pray for a sign.
Wasted prayers, like all others, that will never be blessed.

A smile at the door, hair tickling the face.
Just doing nothing, in a perfect, unimportant place.
I try to escape, block every last trace.
This pain.... This pain.... Make it stop, please....

Stand close, so present, always aware.
Fight the urge to look up and stare.
Stay down. Out of sight, out of mind.
This ridiculous search for something I will never find.

Push me away, then fly back caring.
A two sided front that I find so wearing.
But I cannot resist my gluttony for hurt,
Knowing at the start that words so curt,
Will destroy me again.

I was a terrible boyfriend.
I am a terrible friend.
I am a terrible person.
I deserve for this pain to never end.

Voices. Voices in my head.
Pounding. Unending. Drown everything.
Everything is dead.
Nothingness is King.

Is this my last resort?
To save one shred of life?
The last strand is pulled so taught...
It's your choice now. So lower the knife.

My greatest fear. Alone again.
No one cares. Alone again.
Crumble away. Alone again.
Let them be happy. That's all I ask.

A spirit amongst ghosts, but my light is dying.
Maintain the façade through continuous lying.
Not long from now, it will flicker and die.
And no one will know. Or care. Or wonder why.

Poem 1

This is, as of yet, untitled.

The pen stays still in my hand,
My mind cannot express the pain I feel.
My life is pointless, meaningless, worthless,
What did I do to deserve this ordeal?

So I'll sit, and I'll smoke, and I'll cry myself away.
With nowhere to turn I'm back in the box.
4 walls, 1 ceiling and the floor beneath my naked form,
Forever re-living the pain my mind tries to block.

I can't say what I want, the lock is too tight.
I accept my fate in this eternal night.
My body shuts down, no longer able to fight.
One last breath... And then forever, goodnight.

What is the point in trying to go on?
Or trying to express myself with this sad, sad song?
I scream at the world, 'What did I do wrong?'
She laughs at me, and leaves me bleeding.

I want to leave, I want to get out,
But the shackles are strong, pinning me down.
Alone in the darkness, I surrender to my fate,
An eternity of torture by unadulterated hate.

I look in at myself, this hideous child.
Whose terrible life will never be reconciled.
The guards stand tall, Malice, Fear and Woe,
Three immortal pillars time does not know.

Life is bright, outside of the box.
Pleasures so great, that once I did know.
And I pray no one out there should ever end up in here,
I much prefer suffering alone.

My thought's drift inward, exploring my being.
Tears spring to my eyes at the joy I am seeing.
But reality returns, my predicament throttles me.
Despair abounds, consumes, life's cruel lot to me.

My heart has been shattered, the pieces are scattered,
My soul drifts away, gone with the wind.
My body twists and deforms, beyond all recognition,
I huddle in the corner, resigned to my new, eternal position.

Where is the boy who was proud, tall and strong?
Who would do great things, and whose life would be long?
Who was sure of himself, and what he would do,
Change the world for the better, a dream it seems he outgrew.

No one can help. The ghosts drift in and out.
A torrent of faces, I can't tell whispers from shouts.
Soon though, this sympathy stream will cease,
And they will leave me in what they think is peace.

Far from it though, alone again.
A state I hate, but am forced to befriend.
Hope has long since died, crushed by denial.
The winding path is unending, another arduous trial.

All light is extinguished. Darkness abounds.
I remain hunched in the corner, without sight or sound.
At least, in here, I can't be a burden,
And can hide from all my wasted yearning.

Outside of the box, life goes on.
People wake up, and iron the personalities they don.
They know nothing of who, where or what I am.
And I do not wish them unhappiness, for they do what they can.

So I sit, and I cry, as my life drains away,
But oh, what I would give for just one more day,
In the company of she who made everything perfect,
And without whom now, my life has no point to it.