I Want To Be

I want to be the reason you lose what's left of your mind,

the demon that tells you to kill any attempt at feeling better,

when you know thinking of me only increases the melancholy condensation against your glass-covered walls.

I want to be the reason you're terrified to sleep next to her,

the ruthless and cruel images of a happier time crumbling into dust in your hands,

while your veins are filled with liquid disappointment,

and your smile falters the moment you realize she's not me.

I want to be the reason you can't hear them screaming your name,

the handcuffs hanging from her bedpost after a long night of trying to forget me,

consistently tightening around your wrists,

every time your heart tries to beat for someone else.