he who sheds the first tears
cared the most
she who feels no remorse
may as well be a ghost
two wrongs,
two broken hearts
I blame them both
a lustful love affair
unequally yoked.

the eyes tell the story,
that nobody wants to tell.

smiles lie,
the truth they hide well.

the eyes never go empty,
there is no dry spell.

smiles never pass tests,
they always fail.

I write poetry about people
For whom I've become obsessed.

Only to obsess about poetry
Now, I have no rest.

I didn't stop hurting until
I put you into poetry

I keep
  falling into love
and walking into walls
tripping over boundaries
    and overstepping limits
I guess the only thing
  you left me
was a diminished
      sense of space.

All pretty girls fall victim
to beautiful lies
from handsome men
who make them cry.
I always wonder why...
they steal the sparke in her eye
they **** her hopes, her dreams die
she used to laugh, now she sighs
she's still breathtaking
but now her heart is aching
her love, the thieves have finally taking.