I looked around your room
And saw a  poem
Saying you were the troublesome ****
That no one really wanted.
And all I could think was,
if you were the unwanted ****,
Than I am the grass
That no one pays attention to.
Always trying to grow as tall as I can go,
Just to be cut back down again.  
Never being appreciated.

And you may be the troublesome **** darling,
But I am the child always thinking
you are the most beautiful flower in the garden.

everywhere I look
She's
there- in your notebooks that lay on the floor,
and
the wall that used to have my paper full of rambles,
also used to have things with
Her
on it.

everywhere I go,
She's
there- in my dreams (they always consist
of you leaving me for
Her
and you not even caring about my feelings).
on the internet all I see are poems
and in those poems
i wonder if they make you think of me
like they make me think of you
or if they make you think of
Her
like I know they did once before.

While i'm trying to run away from
Her
I wonder how you do it.
Then I realize, you probably don't.

She's
probably still haunting your dreams
just like mine.
and
She's
probably in all those poems
and on all those pages.

I just hope that
maybe i'm there too.

Love is the way I always come back
even though I shouldn't
and the way
you keep doing things
that will hurt me
just because you'll know
i'll always stay.

Love is the way I always try
to make you happy
and a better person
and the way
you try to make it work,
even if it is just for a little while.

You see,
you are the burning flame
destroying everything in your way.

And I am the ice
trying to heal all wounds.

but I am also the sun,
shining bright.

and you are the moon,
using my light
to shine all through the night.

I think I will always be sad
but you should know
that when i'm with you
it's the happiest I have ever been
and will ever be

I miss your kisses
soft yet eager
always wanting more

I miss you holding me
Every part of our bodies
touching each other
yet we were never close enough

I miss the way you made me feel
loved, wanted, and happy.

You make me sad
and that's why
I like talking to her
more than you.

But talking to her
makes me sad
because she makes me
happy

and the only person
who should make me
happy
should be you