You always came first...

Do you remember
When you chiseled away at my skull like it was the last planetary building scheduled for demolition
And you were no architect but believed You could still erect something where nothing was now left
without supervision
You were overdue for fight and I
I was just the poor soul you decided to focus your spite upon
When flight was not an option
And our song became the dying breath in a hurricanes last memory
Before its eye closed for a little rest
And there was no melody left
Just broken bones and scattered homes slept in
But no longer in beds together
For I had weathered many storms of your borderline personality disorder
Had slept under the saturation of cold wet sheets
when exaggeration became the centrifuge in your center fueled just by my breathing
Out the wrong words
Or doubting your superfluous judgement
That rendered my opinion worthless because I was nothing
And nothing is not worth something unless you need it to pay the bills
Or fill in the space between your relationships with your legs raised up on stilts
And your everything needed to bloom it's pestles before they wilted
Sowing seeds of sexual freedom
But you and I were both a slave to mental illness
I just came too...