You never wanted me to leave
Yet you wanted me to be  the best
You never wanted me to be hurt
Yet you wanted me to learn
You never wanted me get angry
Yet you wanted me to be a better person
You sacrificed so much and I noticed so little
Yet I can not even say "I love you"
You wished only the best for me
Still I denied your dreams
You took all the pain I provided
Yet you still wake up everyday
You worked unimaginable hours
Yet you smile when you see me
All you wanted for me is to succeed
So just you wait I will fulfill your wishes

If I were to write another poem let it be for you
Let the thought count and the feeling true
For I want to hold on to this words
The words I think to best describe the sorts
To think that I would be writing after sometime
After stopping for a while to think of the wasted time
I have concluded that I will keep you forever
To be with you whenever and wherever
As the moments slip from my hand, none is wasted
For the moments was spent well as it was said
Yet there was never enough moment for us
As the world was still to prove its cruelty in a fuzz
It showed us the beauty still it craves confusion
Put us to misery, then let us swallow frustration
To challenge us a million time, still was never enough
Showed us oasis, to never know it was bluff
Yet still I stand beside you with all of these atrocity
Hold your hand up high enough for the world to see
That I will love you whether the moon hits sun
Until I prove to you that always you are second to none
I may write another poem for you
Just please know that my love for you is true

Edit a comment due to mistakes
Why was the comment even made
Thought for sometime
But was never given some thinking
Edit it to make it more effective
But why comment such words
Only to show you emotion
Yet ruin others post
Because they hit a spot
Or you just hate the face
So finish editing
The hate comment you just made

I thought I would be able to take off the make up
Yet still, I was to die from an instant process
How hysterical thinking I could take it off
Thinking I would not need the smile I always bring
It was s o funny that still with this and all of that
I would still **** myself slowly with a dash of acids
Acids for the wounds to make it more excruciating
I love it when things goes wrong as they always will
Yet I can not take off this contour and show my face
For the goddess said I was hideous without make up
How hysterical for giving me this commandment
I would laugh all day and not die in flash
For I would prefer the more fathomable manner
To die slowly as I make the goddess smile
She smiles for how hysterical I make of myself

I never thought to of  being like this
The fact that I would care this much bothers me
I hate the fact that they see you as a conquest
Like you are a mountain they wish to conquer
Please see that you are a being worthy of all graces
For you possess a beauty compared to Aphrodite
With a smile to compliment each action
And a laughter that would sought a soul
Yet people see you as a wild flower by the park
They tend to pick you out from your own roots
Appreciate you as if part of their collection
And slowly you die inside as they go on
Oh my, oh my, who could have thought of this
That I would care this much and still it bothers me
That I would go on everyday thinking of if's
If you would let me, I would give the stars
If you would let me, I would walk down this earth
If you would let me, I would court you everyday
So please tread cautiously, cause it bothers me

As I write these endless, meaningless text
I've come to recognize that I am mad
Mad with the idea that your smile makes wonder
What crazy are you to accept me in my best
How unstable was I  for you to give me peace
So now I start again at the beginning
To give you a thousand poems from this void
And give you words you deserve
To these one thousand thoughts I would give you
You think of me not as an illusion
But a reality owned by you
And be the foundation of what I call living

Sir, the demon is a friend of mine that came right through my face an interviewed me about my deepest thoughts. It is the one that shouts in trembling manner that makes me shake from reality to realize that I can no longer escape my decisions. The demon is the one that smile at me reminding mo of the mistakes I have done and mistakes that I should have done for those mistakes were the true lessons in life. The demon is what push me to do things that I would regret later but laugh at it when I grow older. It is the one that showed me to this being that dragged me to my own version of hell. In short and simple terms, sir I am that demon myself.

I have to reach this end
Yet unsatisfied I am
The unfinished story
The unclear chapter
To what end is this about
An open ending in the end
Would the goodbyes be bid
Or would you leave with no trace
To what end? I ask?
Answer me in clear language
For clearance of it all
To finally find peace
And live this accursed life

To what am I about to do, who would speak up
Who has the concern to tell me what is right
Who would care to tell me what is wrong
Maybe I was to like this person with such ploy
Her boyish actions speak louder than any word
Her rough handle breaks through any barrier
She may be hard but her smile was soft
I guess she is still a woman after all
So to whom it may concern really i ask?
If I like her and all her bewitching flaws

I came up of words from the deepest hole of my mind
Only to notice that these words was not meant for anything
I created phrases from the light spotted from my emptiness
Only to notice I make the most senseless sentence
I made the most diverse stories out of nothing special
And to me these stories were astounding than they look
I experienced the most priceless and life-threatening travels
Yet I never left the place where everything took place
I conquered countless inconceivable demons
Yet my battles with them was never to the point of end
I saw an infinite amount of succubus as I continue
Only to realize I was never interested in their bargains
I flew around the vast universe continuously
Still I never saw where I would belong the best
I made a thousand life-defining decisions
Then why can’t I see the meaning of my life
I received an infinite amount of blessings
Then I realize who am I to deserve this grace
In the end I have created a number of poems
Yet this doesn’t seem to deserving of a title
I guess I am not that of an effective writer after all