You are a ticking time bomb-

A switch blade, a gun ready to be shot.
All useful in self defense..
But all self destructive when aimed wrong.

You are so extreme.
So impressionable.
So ready to tear anyone/everyone apart.

You must think of the most terrible things to say, everyday..
Arguing, degrading, bad mouthing has become your art.

Recieving end-

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you.

That I don't miss you will every fiber of my being.

I'm waiting for someone to come to my bed,

Telling me to wake up.

Because it's only a dream.

I don't know if you can hear my thoughts,

or the words that fall from my lips in desperation

as I mutter prayers to one I'm not sure is listening.

I'd send you a message in this empty bottle I drank dry, 

if I knew you were at the other end of the vast blue eternity.

I'll never be able to forgive my friendship, or lack thereof.

But I hope you can find it in yourself, your spirit, your being.

Whatever you are, where ever you are, now.

I hope what I believe is true.

I hope you can see me, even though we can't see you.

I hope my life is being documented, so you can read my intentions.

Chapter 118 verse 20; the intention of never loosing you.

You're in my heart, as the blood are in my veins.

If actions were  as good as words, I'd wish I had more to say.