I want you to smile and mean it.
I half want you to look at another like you did me.
I want others to feel your presence and the warmth you are so capable of.
I want you to be happy, but within yourself first.
I want you to know I will get jealous when you find another.
Despite having already found mine.
I want you not to question it was real.
It was us.
It was love.
I want you to know you did **** up
And hurt me bad
I want you to know you did have that power.
I want you to know but would never tell you, it feels harder for me.
Having to restrain enough for the two.
I did love you
And part always will
I want you to know I miss our passion
And the way we were
I want you to know along with the good
I also remember the bad
I want you to know everything happens for a reason
I want us both to find that

It’s not that I felt I didn’t have a voice.

It’s that I had no clue which direction I could point it in.

Finally having something
to relate to the love songs.

leads to inevitably
having something
to relate to the rest.

Do you love your job?

Then why do you choose
to spend day in day out
morning and night
with that

while your wife
and children
sit and wait at home
loving you.

"because they love money"

I don't know how to express what I'm feeling.
to someone I love.
To someone who 'loves' me.
Yet loves to hurt me.

emptiness is a funny thing to be felt.
there's meant to be nothing there,
yet the sting is ever present.
in moments of laughter it perhaps is forgotten
if not for a split second
the act even has you fooled.
back you go to the sheets for one,
not by circumstance
but by choice.
to question again ' is there something wrong with me'
there is something wrong with you.
positive no one will understand or try.
those who do try you don't want
and those who don't are the reason for your emptiness .
they were the start.