you make me want to throw it all away
you make me want to live a life where there is no day

you're not the things i see you in my mind
i'm just looking for something that i'll never find

part of what i am is because of you
i can do some things that i never used to do

you made me feel like i could do anything
except kill the sadness you always seem to bring

i remember all the lies i used to tell
but i got tired of believing them so well

i fell in love with what i made of you
a hundred thousand images and none of them were true

you bring to me a darkness from within
i want a taste of you and every other sin

i want to taste your blood warm on my lips
and feel your flesh next to mine as my body slips

how can i get rid of all this pain
it would be much easier to never see you again

sometimes i feel i'd welcome my last breath
or maybe i'd like to try again so i'll pray to see your death

but you don't know a thing of how i feel
you brought to me a tragedy but none of it is real

despite the feelings that i had for you
you could never return them because of the things you do

you were always very kind to me
but will i ever be the things that i want to be

this thing is slowly taking me apart
the only thing you did to me was make me break my own heart

i will remember you endlessly
while years from now i'll probably be nothing but a lost memory

you're a demon sent to do the things you do
and you'll make my life a living hell for as long as i am still loving you

The twelfth, and final, Kass poem.

This poem was inspired by, and very nearly written exactly to, the very appropriate song,
"I Just Want Something I Can Never Have", by Nine Inch Nails.

The feelings in this poem are quite exaggerated,
so there's no need to get overly concerned about the negativity.

At this point, I had pretty much come to terms with everything.
Fortunately, I never brought any of my feelings to her attention, so I was spared embarrassment.

Despite everything, she was an excellent lesson.
She had indirectly, and unknowingly, taught me the difference between love and fascination.
My use of the word, love, drastically decreased after this poem.