Emo Poetry

I didn't feel like doing any work in study today, so I didn't. Instead I wrote emo poetry for Emma. View:

(When it had started raining)

The rain is like tears.
My tears.
Tears of blood.
On my heart.
I cry pain and sorrow.
Disturbing study.
Study disturbs me.
To Death.
Nuff said.
Word.

(When the sun came out)

The sun cuts through the clouds.
Like my craft knife into my skin.
When I cry, my skin cries.
Blood.
Nuff said.
Word.

(Emma wanted me to write an epic love poem)

My love for you burns like
the sun on my pale emo skin.
When I see you, it feels like
Your heavily gloved and bejewelled hand
Reaches inside my empty chest
And grasps my bleeding heart.
When I talk to you, it feels like
You pull it from me
With the force of my love.
Which is strong.
Strong like my love.
As strong as my self-hatred.
Strong.
Like my burning love.
It burns.
Like the hell I'm bound for.
Because nobody loves me.
Not even you.
I love like the silent tears on my face.
Silently.
But strong..
..ly..
Nuff said.
Word.

(After Emma rejected my poetic advances)

You throw my poetry back in
My face.
Your face.
HA.
How do you like me now bitch??
Your dismissal tortures me
Mit Brennender Storge
In my soul.
Nuff said.
Word.

German is the real language of love<3