I hung your picture on the wall,
placed your memories somewhere tall,
I drove my car out of town,
and buried our love letters on the ground.
Still my mind cannot destroy,
how to you I became a toy.

You were once my queen and now you’re gone;
I’m just a king with an empty throne.
Your vase of roses is always full,
unlike my life that now is dull.
Yet the reality that I must face,
is that your heart always held his place.

But I’ll continue loving you;
In lonely nights dream I’m holding you.
And when people ask me in the town,
Why my smile is always down;
The only thing that I will say,
Is her name started with a J.

**** me, but don’t end my existence.
****** me, but let me still breathe.
Shoot me, but not with a gun.
You can end me, yet not take my life.

How? By torturing me eternally,
By making my life a living hell,
By turning my pain into misery,
By destroying what’s left of my spirit.

Your words burn through me more than bullets,
Your cruel stare creeps into my skin worse than being pierced,
Your cold hands burn out the fire left in my heart.
Your once so warm voice is now just a demon’s whisper.

The pain in my mind is poisoning what’s left of my sanity,
The ghosts in every corner judge me senselessly,
The shadows are catching up to me no matter how fast I run.
The devil himself has bargained my soul.

You who I loved the most is who hurts me the worst;
I who gave you everything gained nothing at all.
You who swore the heavens and the constellations on our love;
I who like a child believed your deceptions and fell for your trap.

There’s no need for a lethal shot or weapon to destroy me:
Simply the fact that my putrefying heart still beats for you,
That my decaying mind still thinks of you and will till I finally rest,
Is punishment enough for the grotesque crime I committed,
Loving you.

Laugh all you want at my pain,
pretend you have no memory of my name;
but for all the times that you saw me in tears,
oh darling, you better cover your ears.

You can evade me in the city,
and tell all your friends you simply had pity.
Assure them you moved on and I hold a grudge,
it’s alright honey, I will not budge.

But even if your mind wrote our story in a different way,
your eyes will never let you hide away,
your lips will always yearn the touch of mine;
but by the time you realize you loved me back,
I will have healed with time.

I've had it! I told myself, "It's been five days and his lights still keep me awake!" My neighbor John, -whom I by the way have had a few issues with in the past-, would not turn off the lights in his living room, which I would not have a problem with, if it weren't for his living room window being directly across my room.
Every night he stands by his window facing my room, he moves from time to time, but it seems though he prefers to stand there and watch. I wake up, and he still stands there, I would reply or scream at him, but I'm not sure he could hear me, plus I'm not sure he can see me, since the curtains in my house are always closed, still, the light from his house reflects onto my bedroom.
I go to work, and he's standing there, at night when I get ready for bed, he stares, and I know because I can see his shadow simply creeping, yet I can't help but feel pity; you see, John's girlfriend left him two months ago and John became heart broken, refusing to come out of his house. I would usually see him watering his peach tree, or working on his jeep, but for the past five days John hasn't stepped outside, nor has he moved from his **** window while I'm there.
It's been enough days and I've had it, I walked to John's house and slammed on his door, but no reply. I knew he was in there, I'd just seen him through my living room window. "You better open this door John!", I said banging against the front door; still there was no sound. "I will break this door open if you don't answer!", I turned the doorknob; but it wasn't locked. I simply stepped in ready to give John a piece of my mind; but I was five days too late. John was gone, except for his body still hanging from the ceiling...

Will you remember my name?
When the voice on the intercom says it along with an obituary.
When the sound of my name during class gets called but the entire classroom sits in silence.
Will you remember my face?
When I held the door for you but never received recognition;
when I saw you on the hallway and waved hello but you simply stared and passed me by.
Will you remember my voice?
When I got scolded for talking trying to get your attention.
When I got sent to the hall for being childish trying to make you laugh.
Will you remember my eyes?
The eyes you always seemed to catch glaring at you;
the same eyes that shed a tear when you screamed to leave you alone.
Will you remember me?
Will you remember laughing and telling your friends of the weird kid who thought he had a chance.
Will you remember the weird kid that was there when you stumbled crossing the street?
Will you remember being pushed and the abrupt break of four wheels:
Will you remember the crimson on your clothes when you turned around,
and also...
Did you remember to pick up my letter from the ground?

Lacrimosa have mercy on me,
a kiss on my cheek is my only desire,
oh conspirator cease torturing me.
inside my heart you're stirring a fire.

Lacrimosa bring with you winter rains.
I surrender my silvery heart to your claim,
will you heed my whispers, oh merciless dame?
and with forceful hand erase her name.

Lacrimosa you've made me weak yet strong,
I am but salt in your ocean of fear.
I beg you to mercy this servant for his wrong,
and from my eyes you'll drop a single tear.

How can you love me when you don't know me?
I stopped.
How can I love you if I don't know you?
But I do, I know all I should know about you.
I know you have the most gorgeous hazel eyes I've ever seen.
I know your brown hair shines brighter against the sun.
I know you stop and gaze at the distance when you can't stop thinking about your future.
I know your favorite color by the shade of blue your shirts always have.
I also know you don't love me back.
I know you hate when my dirt colored eyes stare at you like an idiot.
I know you hate the way the curls in my hair cover my forehead.
I know you hate that I think you are my future.
and I know you couldn't care less that my favorite color has changed to blue.
But I never asked you to love me back;
I never asked for a reply,
I said I love you without proof.
But why should I need any?
Just like a blind man crosses the street, hoping nothing will turn him from his path.
I opened my heart to the gun you held in your hand;
hoping you wouldn't pull the trigger,
I don't care where you came from,
I couldn't care what others think.
I want you for who you are,
not for your body but for your heart.
Let me love you, how can that hurt you,
Let you be the air my lungs want to breathe;
be the inspiration for the beauty of what's life.
I'm not asking you to love me,
so why are you trying to reject me?
I don't ask you to be mine,
you already are in my dreams either way.
All I ask is when I'm quiet, don't think I'm lonely or I'm crying,
I'm simply dreaming I'm holding your hand.