i wish i could go back in time;

so this could’ve been a different rhyme.

a rhyme in which i poured out less to you,

a rhyme in which i actually knew what to do.

instead, i sit here, left behind;

watching you fall in love with someone else’s mind.

i know i keep saying that im fine,

but, god, i wish i had a different rhyme.

he may not look like much
but he’s everything to me.
he’s not a king or a prince,
but if they saw what I see

they’d understand:

when there’s such a good man

she’s bound to fall in love.

he was a whirlwind;
a storm that wouldn’t last,
and he would leave her
to pick up her broken pieces
on her own

I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

Stars laid out before me on this ever haunting eve,
seem to laugh in all their glory, while I can only grieve.
For myself and for others, and all with our disease,
our silence is solace for the ones we'll soon bereave.

I've laid my last brick and the wall's standing proudly,
a monument to the filth which always surrounds me.
It is me.

And I'm feeling kind of good again,
knowing the bricks keep all safe from my sin,
that with time no one will remain,
bringing a day with the ending of pain.

Sometimes I struggle to peak over my wall,
jumping and screaming to no one at all,
wondering if anyone is out there still waiting,
and knowing they aren't is sometimes frustrating.

Of course there is no one left anymore,
and saddened as I am, that's what walls are for.
I did this with purpose and now I can bleed,
with no one to be hurt by my dying deed.