My feeling lately

It'd sure be something

It'd sure be something,
If I knew how to hold on,
Not push those whom I love away,
Those whom love me away.

I think I received this curse,
From my bewitched creator,
From whom made it up,
And thought they'd be perfect.

Little did they know she would have three girls,
Including myself they didn't think about how traits could carry,
The whole reason I can not love,
For longer then a lifetime as a fairy.

Little did I know why,
Up until now it's her fault,
That I can't stay close,
That right when I think they're the one,
I find a reason to shoo them away.

Yelling after them,
Never bother me,
Again,
Shoo my love for I can not stand you.

This curse,
I can not bear,
So tonight,
As if I shall take my life.

Keeping it simple,
Nothing to cliche,
Involving a knife,
Involving my love for you.

Both of you every one whom I have pushed away,
I realize now I could actually be happy,
Not just some show I manage everyday,
Just so they don't see my bite marks upon my arm.

So they don't see the hint of pain,
In my forever changing eyes,
The flash of sadness and tears swelling in my eyes,
When she doesn't call.

Im an imp,
A pest,
So I'll leave,
After all it's what I do best.

Reaching an impasse,
I settle for what little actually trickles out,
But never knowing how much I can take,
They test me putting everything on me then smile when I break.

Impasse,
Indeed,
No more of me,
I'm not your concern nor your need.

I am an old soul,
Born thirty and only getting older,
As they taunt me,
Glistening in the light the red oozing from the mark.

Trickling out,
Then oozing only to discover the cut,
The mark of your signature,
In my heart.