What's the point? 

What am I good for if I can't even put a simple smile on your face? 

I just want to make you happy. 

Maybe I'm just jealous because she sees you more then I do. 

I had to make you smile and that was the first time I had ever seen you smile. 

I've never heard you sing and she has. 

I'm sorry I'm just paranoid. 

I have a riddle for you. 

I know you like them. 

Here it is:

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I can't give you any hints or else I just give the whole thing away. 

I'm in a dark place and I'm sorry I can't be as sharp as I usually am. 

I'm so on edge I could cut myself with how sharp the edge is. 

My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. 

Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. 

... An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body. 

Her Third Eye is drawing me closer.

A blind stare, 

A broken pulse. 

An empty breath, 

Habits I cannot break. 

Eye contact for no more than a second,  

Rips me into pieces

For you to collect. 

When you look up and 

Away from this reality

So tampered with

So fragile that in a split second

(The second you look at me) will

     Break 

                                          Break

                                                                                                            Break 

Shattering me like glass. 

Save me. 

                     Can you hear me? 

Like play a knife on a breathing rib cage. 

Funny I don't fancy myself much poetry but then again everything is different now.