I would like to say
That well, I'm bored
Really I should be quite gay
Heck I'm playing as a Nord!

Thing with this game is its quite large
You can swing a sword or fry an Orc
You can hop a barge to places unknown (Solstheim)
Only to fight a bunch of cultists. (Didn't rhyme but I got some serious beef with those guys)

So by now you should know what I'm playing
What else could it be but the best game around
If you don't you should be praying
Because its Skyrim you friggin hound!

At some point, you have to realize
Some people stay in your heart
But can't stay in your life
Such is how live works
Love, a fickle mistress
Love, hate, one cannot exist with out the other.
For to love, one must hate
To hate, one must have loved
To love, is to set yourself up to fall
To fall in such a way, you may never get up
For see? You fall in love, and it's a trap you never escape

A perfect day
Made for couples
Made as if singles didn't exist
People who **** around
People who will always deny
The feeling of wanting love
People who put in an act
To hide how so very alone they are
Valentine's day
Such a great day,
But also a day that sticks a finger
To those unlucky enough to have walls
For those who desperately want love
But others can't see
Valentine's Day
A horrible day
Not made for singles
As if everybody was coupled

I would like to start off by saying
That I really do ****
I **** not at life
Well, I mean that too
What I mean when I say I ****
Well, its truly a story
One fraught with peril and danger...
Not really.
I mean I ****
Nothing else to say about it..
Except I haven't told my mom
Now you might be wondering what I mean
When I say that redundant word
I say I ****, well because I do.
In what way you can interpret as you wish  
At least that is until I tell you what I mean
Ok you say, you want to know
I mean, come on now
You can sit there an jeer
But I'd like to say that I'm quite queer

Soft hands, gentle hands
Roaming hands, searching hands
Hands that ignite
Hands that cool
These hands on my body
How I've longed for this
He runs his hands across my stomach
I moan softly in his ear
Then I wake up
And wish I was asleep once more

Help me
I feel as if I'm on fire
This feeling, what is this
I daresay it is love
The love for a friend
Who has become more
The love for someone who is taken
The love for someone who makes you feel

Whole

Wholeness
This is foreign to me
Yet somehow I know
This is the feeling
Love, such a strange thing
Love that comforts,
But hurts more than anything physical
Can make you whole
Or tear you to shreds
Yet, we all take the risk
Love
Hate
Whole
Empty
These are not as different as they seem
This, is the enigma of life

Theres always that friend
You make before you know you have to go
You don't talk to for forever
And boom
You get blindsided by this feeling
This feeling of loss
You've become so used to going
That you never stop
To realize you miss those people
You knew for a month
You want to connect again
But you don't know how
They haven't been active on Hangouts for months
You find them on Facebook and hope its them
You send them a message and hope they see
You just want to reconnect
I'm only human you see
Even if it was a month or 2
I still felt something for you
I thank you for getting me into poetry
No matter how horrible I am
Because it turns out
Thats how I found you
Now I write this
Not planned or even coherent
Just so happy I found you

To love, is to die.
Over and over
Everyday, every hour, every minute, every second
And you can't. Do. A thing.
You must sit there, taking it.
Each punch, each stab when you see her
She loves you too
Yet she stomps on your heart
It hurts. Oh the pain.
Yet you still, chase. Her.
Her.
To love, is to die.
Over and over
Every second, every minute, every hour, everyday

Who am I?
Who is this person I see in the mirror?
I don't know.
Much has happened since I met this Person.
Good, bad, and everything in between.
Now, I don't know who this is.
All the hiding, all the pretending.
All for naught as I have lost my true self.
Who am I?

And just like that, the light is extinguished