so the story needs a little work before i post it, so here's another poem!!
yay!!

to the best and to the
worst of all my lies,
it's taken from the beginning to
the end to write this all.
down to the last drop of
blood, at the end of the
week, it's all the same.
heart break, deceitful and
full of itself, will come again.
why bother to fix an empty
glass? take it to the broken
heart of mine, and mend
over stitch after stitch.
till the thread is gone,
and only steel bars
remain. to the best and
to the worst of all my lies, the beginning
must have an end.
with the final drop
gone, and all from the
heart.

(end of poem)

in this one you really have to pay attention to the commas. it means a totally different thing in some places without them. (trust me)