Sometimes it's hard
To pretend
To put on make-up
And play a game

a kiss can heal
some kisses are cursed
ask Judas

I need some beautiful poetry
The ones that write themself

Who's there to make it easy
Make it shine
To make it rhyme

Am I even worthy
of a poem of such magnitude?
Writing poetry can be so difficult..

Excitement!
Anticipation!
Dread and Gloom!
All these emotions running through my head to name a few.

Taking the plunge,
And self-publishing one's first book,
Uncertain of this loving recreation's first foray into the world,
Will it be loved?
Will it go unread?
Only time will tell for this collection of prose and truth.

He was smooth but not understanding
He was charming but not loyal
He was beautiful but a manipulator    
I knew this would come to and end
I knew I was a fool
He was secure but brought my insecurity
He was strong inside but not loving
He was my first but never mine

She's walking down the aisle
With her father by her side,
She's looking at her man,
And God knows she's so In love

Perfection is her name
When I saw her in her white dress,
Imagine me in her place,
Is the illusion I've been seeing,

I looked away when their lips collide,
And says 'I do' without any doubt
My heart wants to burst in dismay,
Wants to escape this tragic event,

But ruining this day is not my intention,
Can't afford to see her eyes consumed by negative emotions,
She's giving me a million reasons to love her,
But there is only one reason for me to hate her,

For I know that this is the last round of the fight,
The epilogue of the fantasy I always dreamt about,
She finally wears the crown I've been admiring at,
For she is already the bride of the man I love.