Wear Me Like a Locket Around Your Throat

Let me breathe in that heady scent,
of disaster and destruction,
of liars and lovers,
of nightmares and dreams.
Oh did you know that you are mine?
My dream that is--
But also my nightmare-
You provide the ink I need,
To make a sword of my pen.
Let me brush past your words,
And get straight to your heart,
Because all your words are lies-
Didn't you know actions speak louder than words?
It pains me to say,
But I rely on you
for all of my creativity-
Because where would I be without you?
It gets old to tell the collapse of myself,
Especially since I have not been built back up,
My acceptance is unnecessary,
All I need to steady myself are your lies.