because i believed you
because i never realized how brown your eyes really were until i had the courage to stare
because you told me you were happier this way
because i don't feel suicidal when i'm with you
because you wanted me to meet your mother
because you never ask me what's wrong
because you don't care about anything
because i wanted to know what would happen
because i was too scared to ask
because ******* for leaving the first time
because i love you for coming back
because you only ever touch me when you're drunk
because his lips didn't feel like yours
because he made me laugh but not the way you could
because of 3 am nights with you are all i want to remember
because 3 am nights without you sit in the middle of my chest like a boulder
because my father warned me
because i can't do it anymore
because i can't do it anymore

I gave you
The whole world,
The sun,
Moon,
Stars.
It wasn't until you left,
And I sat in the sunless days
And the moonless nights,
That I realized you took
Everything
And gave
Nothing.

I think our lucky number is
17.
Age 17,
17 pictures,
17 kisses,
On the 17th of
July.

If I had a dollar
For all the times I
Cried myself to sleep
This month.
I'd buy a movie ticket
To the movie we were
Supposed to see together.

Roses are red Violets are blue
I don't know if I can make it through
Because the roses are wilting the violets are dead
And nothing will silence the thoughts in my head
The sky isn't clear, the sun no longer shines
The blood in my veins is no longer mine
The days are long and as dark as the night
The thoughts in my head no longer happy and bright.
The tears stream down my face and off of my nose
as I cry in the places no one ever goes.
I want it to stop, I want it to end
I don't think I can go through this again.
I can't help but feel that I'd be better off dead
The roses have wilted the violets are dead.

I find it interesting
That I write almost nothing
But goodbye poems on
A website called
HELLO Poetry.

Mirror mirror on the wall
How much longer must I fall?
When will the night fade to day
When will the sadness go away?
When will my house feel like home again
When will all the secrets end?
When will I find someone to love me
When will this life stop being lonely?
I don't know how much more I can take.
My mind's a levee that's starting to break.

You are beautiful,
You are breathtaking
You are quirky,
You are funny,
You are unique,
You are awkward.
You are weird
You are loveable.
You are you,
And you is pretty
Damm spectacular.

I try to chose my words carefully because
One wrong word can change
The whole meaning of the
Cranberry.