The world we live is in is cracked.
It has void where form should be,
And oceans fill the emptiness where it shouldn't.
That's  part of why I tried to leave it behind I think.
The world isn't perfect,
It's actually quite ****.
But it can be perfect with you.
The world we live in is breaking.
Just when you find your bearings,
The labyrinth changes shape,
And you fall screaming into black.
The world isn't perfect.
In fact, it's a ****-show.
But it can be perfect with you.
The world we live in has shattered.
Up is down, left is right, but wrong too.
I can't remember being happy because the world I lived in,
When I could feel happiness, that is,
Is gone. Forever.
This world isn't perfect.
And now it can't be.
But it could've been with you.

Part of me died when I lost her.
Part of me died when she wrote the first poem. It's just so much pain.
Part of me died when she looked at me and said "YOU can't take anymore?"
As if the thought that I was in pain was foreign to her.
I am broken.
Part of me died, with a noose around its neck.
I was in the garage, a rope to my left and a hook above me.
There was no time to think.
That part of me will never return.
I don't think any of them will.
I will always love her. Perhaps she will always feel the same.
But,
The part of me that has the strength to push on,
Died.
Choking
In
The
Air.

If I could turn over the clock,
And warp to my mistake,
Prevent the ripple's from the rock,
I dropped into the lake,
I would go back to a day,
That we met in time and space,
And send you far away,
Though I'd want to kiss your face.
I hurt the people close to me,
Because I'm made of slime.
To fix the past, I'll need a key,
To take me back through time.

If I could, learn to do,
How to do things right by you,
I would do about anything.
I might even learn how to love.
If I could, begin to be,
A fraction of the bad you see,
I might do about anything,
But never learn how to love.
If I could, turn and say,
Something that'd make us okay,
I would say about anything,
But first of all I'd say that I love,
You.

I am so much more,
So much better, and yet, worse,
Than the things I've done.

I wish I could fix this.
I wish I could alter time and repair the beauty I've broken.
You're still everything I need, and that won't disappear. Never.
I love you. If you need to hear me say it, then you know where to find me.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've done, and I'm sorry I didn't say so sooner.
I just couldn't bear to let you go.
I'm being ripped apart.
And I'm
Not
Getting
Better.
I miss you. I don't know what I am without you in my life, but whatever I am, I don't like it.
If we could speak, I'd make a joke about the play you were in last year.
I wish, more than anything, more than life,
To return to the festival, and leave behind the strife.

You will always be my angel.
When I see the right path, it will be your words that guide me.
I just wish, pray, want, need...
Help.