05-20-2024, 04:14 AM
Letter to Natalie
Natalie, you were my drug
When we were together I felt high
But now I can't live
You've all but ruined my life
I bet you didn't think
That rolling up my sleeve
Would show you my demons
And make you want to leave
You tore down my walls
Like a hot knife through butter
But now you don't want me
Since you saw I'm a cutter
I wanted to love you
To make you my wife
When you lied through your teeth
I fell in love with the knife
And if you wanted me back
I'd cast aside my doubts
So I could get close enough
To rip your fucking heart out
I hope you look back one day
And realize what you did
That you gave me nothing
But broken promises
My hearts been passed around
Like a stripper at a fraternity
So If heartbreak was a drug
I'd be high for all eternity
I just can't stop crying
Or get you out of my head
So I think I'll save my tears
And just drown myself instead
What a beautiful scene
I can hear the waves roar
With you still in my arms
As our bodies wash ashore
I can't wait to see your face
When you realize that you're dead
As we're fucking at our funerals
With matching halos overhead
Natalie, you were my drug
When we were together I felt high
But now I can't live
You've all but ruined my life
I bet you didn't think
That rolling up my sleeve
Would show you my demons
And make you want to leave
You tore down my walls
Like a hot knife through butter
But now you don't want me
Since you saw I'm a cutter
I wanted to love you
To make you my wife
When you lied through your teeth
I fell in love with the knife
And if you wanted me back
I'd cast aside my doubts
So I could get close enough
To rip your fucking heart out
I hope you look back one day
And realize what you did
That you gave me nothing
But broken promises
My hearts been passed around
Like a stripper at a fraternity
So If heartbreak was a drug
I'd be high for all eternity
I just can't stop crying
Or get you out of my head
So I think I'll save my tears
And just drown myself instead
What a beautiful scene
I can hear the waves roar
With you still in my arms
As our bodies wash ashore
I can't wait to see your face
When you realize that you're dead
As we're fucking at our funerals
With matching halos overhead
"I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still."
-Sylvia Plath
-Sylvia Plath


