I didn't learn how to write poetry,
I simply learned to pick up a piece of paper,
Bring out my emotions to feel them out,
Pick up a pen and draw out words with different meanings in them.

I have been trying to do it right,
I have been trying to bleed out the wrongs,
I don't know where it all went bad,
But I know I am after what it might have been.

It's crazy what I'd do for a friend like you
I keep on trying to let you go
I didn't cry when you left at first
Nobody hurts me like you do

Tell me something that will make me stop loving you.
Although at this point you could destroy me and I'd still cry because you didn't kiss me before killing me.