Darling what your words have claimed, is true. I have grown an affintity for you, and, but a mere fatuation would undermine my emotions for you. You could be as poor as the dictionary can describe it, but I would have no dispute with breaking bread on a futon in a one bedroom apartment, for my darling I would have you to share it with. I cannot explain in any way or word what linkage I feel towards you and what imminent, unborn quandry, disagreements or dilemas we might face. I'll be over and above to put those problems to their knees, shut them down and subjugate them. Eye, there will be exceptional recherche, eye there will be dissatisfactory and atrocious, but I vow to never slant in our interconnection. I'll stand by you during quandry and I'll stand by you in a war, because not only my heart that loves you so dearly, my soul has grown quite fond towards you, that never before have. And in all verity, I have gone far more than fall in love. I vow to preserve and protect thee love.

I never thought of it that way
What would be the last time we'll kiss
I guess I never knew true pain before
What would be the last time I could hold you
I knew she'll be my Ex-Girlfriend in the future
But I thought it would be when we're married
She's with another man now
And I'm alone and fading

I follow these words that I write
But now I know that things are not right
Her words made me smile so bright
And inside me she lit a light
Since that day I'm too weak and tired to fight
For inside me I've lost all might
But holding her now, would be such a delight
Though hurting her again is my biggest fright
Now I'm saying goodbye instead of goodnight
You only smiled and turned out that same light

Ha'e you e'er let someone truly in?
Opened up to them
told 'em everything tha' was bothering you
Told them th' stories of your past

Having that luxury of opening up
Hath been the sweetest gamble when won,
but the most bitter loss in life
is when you realise there is no trust left to give,
for you've lost everyone
you ever
trusted

This is not a poem, 'tis a story
The story of how I went so far backwards
'tis the story of me falling in love
and falling... out of life

I fell for a girl, and I ****** her up, because I was scared
This is not a poem

I lost this amazing girl, and drank away my sorrows
Under age and a drunken mess
This is not a poem

I had a friend, she helped me through that mess
and I hurt her more than I ever knew or realised
I was too stuck in my own ****
drunk and high
escaping reality
again and
she left

This is not a poem
I realized that she had not left and she only escaped me dragging her down
I cannot connect or attach with anyone
For I have lost too much of myself
to take that thing away from
another person, because
is a ravaged thing and
I'm and untold lore
and this is not a
True Poem
'tis a story of
a brokenhearted
and pathetic little boy
who had not told his lore
to anyone, but one and thus
He realized 'tis not a story
to be told for anyone
written words here
**This is not a poem