You howl like a wolf, who barks at the moon
Crying cause the love you had faded way too soon.
You cry like the whale, who sings there all alone.
Hoping that someone miles away can hear your lonely tone.

You hear your favorite song, and it tears you clear apart.
The one you dedicated it to has slowly crushed your heart.
You try to sit in silence, but their voice creeps in your head.
You can only sulk in misery and remember what they said.

The memory burns to the end of your cigarette.
And the only thing left for you now is regret.
The last words you said were "And never come back"
But now you are stuck to replace what you lack.

This is the feeling of heartbreak, and it's oh so ******* real.
It's the bitterness that's hidden beneath love's wonderful appeal.
The only way to cope, is to find yourself something new.
The spot is always there, what fills it is up to you.

if i had an art museum,
it would have a blue roof
and white walls, and
it would be filled with
nothing but mirrors.

one by one,
people would walk in,
expecting to see a dali,
da vinci, or van gogh
along the hallway.

but instead, they would
spend the day becoming
connoisseurs of their own
curves, freckles, and
wavering footsteps.

and i'd sit in a corner
with a notepad in hand
and an unseen smile.
people sometimes forget
that they too are art.

i want to exchange this keyboard for you
instead of hitting keys and making spaces
my hands should hit all right places
instead of looking at letters across the screen
stare at your eyes and read you like a poem
instead of sending messages across miles of cables
my words would slip of the tongue and soak into yours

i want you here next to me
so i can stop writing prose through my fingertips
and use them to caress your face
so i can stop wrapping words in poetry
and wrap your body in kisses
so i can stop thinking of sexetry
and use my mind in ways that bring you ecstasy

i'm sick of writing poetry for you
so come here and let’s drop the words
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let’s stop writing for each other
and let ourselves carry the message

let's stop writing poetry
and live it instead