I should delete the poems
I wrote for you -
But they’re too beautiful,
too painfully true.

It hurts to see your name,
and know how quickly you cut me off -
but I suppose it allows me to move on
and find my happiness elsewhere.

"Love will come when it comes,"
but what if I need it now?

I'm so tired of being left alone.

A small lie
has torn us apart,
broken my heart,
and left me in the dark
again.

I am so sad
and so scared
but I can't let you see,
so I put on a brave face
and a calm voice,
and I guide you through the pain.

You keep cutting deeper and deeper -
but don't you remember what you told me?
"Every time you hurt
yourself,
it hurts me, too."
Your cuts leave scars on your skin
and my heart.
I wish we could both learn
how to stop.

I’ll meet you in Dreamland,
my love,
Where distance does not matter
and time does not exist -
We may lay in field
of fragrant flowers,
entwined together for hours and hours,
Forgetting the pain of
the world outside our eyelids
So that we may enjoy
the warmth of our hearts.