my scars
do not define
who i am
but define
the reasons why
i am
who i am

Put on a smile and pretend you're okay,
Fake your emotions and get by day by day.

Hope and pray you see her soon,
Grab her, hold her, and kiss her under the moon.

Maybe next time she'll stay forever,
Atleast in my dreams were always together.

But for now I'll forget what you have done,
And just be glad we live under the same sun.

I really, really ******* miss you,
All I ever wanted was a 'I love you too'

I'm sorry I fell for those innocent eyes,
I'm just begging for no more Goodbyes.

The problem is that I can see you in my rear view mirror waving good bye every time I try to steer towards something better,
And I reverse back into your arms
In a way that sends my heart crashing back into your atmosphere.

The problem is that I can see me in your bed for hours on end
Researching your skin with my keen eye
So I can kiss at what you would call imperfections.

The problem is that the rose colored glasses I put on
The day I laid on the couch with you and told you I loved you
Haven't lose their hue, haven't lost their tint on my world.

The problem is that I'd drunkenly fall into your arms
The same way I did over a year ago
And I know you wouldn't catch me.

The problem is that you were the one that got away
And you ran fast and far
Because you needed to get away;
That was what I became to you.

The problem was that I taught you more about breaking than heart
And you taught me more about patience than tolerance
And at the end of it all I learned how to live a life without you in it because that was my only option.

The problem is that I am still in love with you
And you're in love with the life
That doesn't have a remnant of me.

The problem is that I am in love with you
And your life
Had no room for me

I wish for the star to shine,
Yet it won’t glow for me,
Unlucky.



© Pax

If I take a pen or pencil and write lovely words upon paper.
Because I couldn't afford you a card.
It's the thought that count.
Be its your birthday.
Be it any holiday.

Sure others will offer their opinions.
And you might buy into them.
But think, yes truly think about my heart.
Yes, my sincere heart.
And you come to the conclusion, it's the thought that count.

Others purchase things of the moment to appease their sweetheart.
And accomplish their goals in the process.
I create words on the spot for you.
To prove, just how much I do love you?

I hope they find me
Surrounded by poems that
Are yet unfinished.