Ranting in the form of poetry

We are all nothing
until someone tells us we are something.
We are all empty
until someone makes us whole.
When I said "you complete me,"
it was simply my backwards way of telling you
that I am only half of a person.
Pound your fists against my ribcage,
you will find it hollow.
Look out into the night and finally realize
that the sky isn't dark,
but your outlook is.
Stars like sparks shoot across and 
burn my pupils;
I've always been afraid of the light,
because there is none at the end of my tunnel.
A dream stolen by awakening..
sleep escapes me yet again.
If only you could count a wonder as a dream.
My mind races to leave behind
this empty shell,
but contradicting thoughts build a roadblock
and we start back at square one.
Circles trying to fit into squares;
pieces from seperate puzzles forcing
themselves together to make a masterpiece.
And where do I fit?
I suppose the body-shaped impression
in my mattress speaks for itself,
but there is only one.
I am alone and it is no different--
my heart is too withered to be filled
with love without combustion.
Bursting like a bubble
or the balloon at your future wedding--
the fragile always have the worst luck.
So its easier to remain alone.
You say I'm lost,
but maybe I don't want to find my way home
...maybe I don't want you to find me.
Filled to the brim with fear,
only released through nightly floods overflowing from my eyes---
eyelids were never the best dams.
Holding things back, I must learn
to contain myself,
but then I'll be like you--
just like you and everyone else.
Originality in the form of neurosis;
I may hate myself,
but I hate the rest of you so much more.

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[RonnieBreight]

it's so pretty.