Friends...?

When you walk up to my door tears in you're eyes. I scramble up to in my bunny slippers and seat you to the worn out-over loved-soaked with tears chair and but the kettle on. When you burst out crying I know she got to you again, I pat you on the back and the kettle starts screaming insults of gas that once was water in the kettle. I pour you a glass of hot water and a bit of lemon. Like when we were kids you'd drink hot water and a bit of lemon and hum lullaby's to get you to sleep but now you don't hum you just cry.
You hug me and ask. "Your always gonna be my best friend right?" I nod forgetting everything you did to me. Brainwash, Order me around, Hit..... Was I ever you're best friend?
As I watch you leave, I know you're not gonna come back.
Friends...Is this how we all end?

Leaving me?

I marvel how you yell at me while you're eyes are screaming Love me!

How can I turn away from your abuse?

How can I ever leave you like I am about to....

I am you're doormat... Just wipe you're feet before you enter

I whimper when you give me the look

I wanna hide in my toy box like I did when I was little and wait for cousin Leo to pick me up and tell me to be brave.

I wanna run away. When you try to act all, different. You hurt me more then you hurt your self.

Of course I've seen the scars on your arms.

They make me worry, I think you can leave me any moment, You think your helping everyone else you're not helping me.

How can I trust my skates when they aren't sharped?

How can I climb when my rocks are wiggly?

Why do I keep coming back to you?

Because, I want you to know I will be there for you...

But I don't know how much longer I can take being a doormat.

Lost

I never thought you would impact my life. But you did.

You were the joker card and I had fallen for your tricks.

Your the pawn and I'm the bishop and in your game you played me so.

I was lost in your arms and your eyes. You had me lost inside you and I couldn't find a way out.

Horrible Thing

To me your the monster who hunts little girls hearts and eats them with the worst manners.

You are the mold on the carpet from the cat puke.

You believe in true love the stuff from books.

I have to hunt you down before you become a horrible thing.

Before you hurt me.

Your the thing I'm always thinking about...

I can't put a finger on why your so important to me.

But I must kill you, You Horrible thing.

Horrible thing that feeds on my pain and fills me up with grief.

Horrible Thing I Might Actually Love You.

Japanese Man With A Heart

There is a man, On the corner with a tea shop, All Asian and small.

Tidy stacks of newspapers from two weeks.

One snowy day I had found this tiny little shop, Walking in the small old man got up and asked me what I'd like. I said whatever was on the hand. He nodded and asked me my name and he sat me down in a Comfy chair worn down by people sitting in it.

'Not many people today?'

'No, Many people do not care for my tea anymore.' he said with a frown.

He told me his life story, He told me about the camps and how it killed his mother and sister, taken by sickness. His father was a man full of pride and he died of starvation because his pride was to great to eat American man food. He was raised by Irish people who talked about their homeland, Of Ireland and He said it was his dream to take them home. But as he did, they died of old age after they had gotten to their old home back, He said they died from happiness.

It was getting late by then. I told him I had to go and he nodded i asked if I could come back and he nodded.

I stopped by everyday learning more and more about tea and the old man, I never knew his name

but he called me "Susumu- Suzume" I asked what it meant and he laugh and say another time.

One month later he was on his death bed, I was his only "Family" His children left for America and his love of his life died a week earlier. He said 'She's calling me to her....'

But he rested his hand over mine and said, 'Susumu- Suzume, Its means Progressing Sparrow...I'ev watched you grow up and now.." The machine beeped and doctor's and nurses came rushing in and pushed me aside.

A week later I got a phone call saying that I had now owned the 'Otoko To Kokoro' Wich meant,

'Man With A Heart'

[Short Story I wrote for school]

Nick..

I can't understand why you hurt so much.

I don't get why your such an obsession.

Why can't I let you go.

Your my catchy tune that I can't get out of my mind.

Your such a treasure that I have imagined all the wars were fought for your love.

Why are you still here?

What can I do to forget the pain?