and for some reason
i only write sad poems
poems about missing you
writing words that break my heart
and i keep wondering
if you are my secret muse
the pain you caused me
is my spirit of inspiration
pulsing through my veins
making me cry
giving me words
to fill my every move
and without noticing
i manage to become someone new
with stories to tell
mostly about you
and mostly about
love and all the lost time
trying to move on from everything
moving on from you
writing more words
always about you
my knife in the back
the Romeo to my Juliette

everyday
i wake up
in pain
emotional
physical
the kind i can't explain
why don't you see
why don't you care
just expecting me to move on
from yesterdays failures
all of my underachievements
my potential wrongs
and i probably would
if you didn't constantly
bring them up
being around you
is a reminder of why
i'm not enough
and i have tried
to numb myself
but it hurts just the same
but i'll keep it to myself
you don't care to
hear me complain
i just wish you understood
but i can't expect you
to know
being around you willingly
taking
blow after blow
bruised after you're done
accepting the way
things are
to you i am
just another
bleeding heart

My fingers crawl to
the loneliest place when I
want and miss you most.

-m.b

I feel your love,
your touch,
when the sun
chooses to shine,
illuminating
my skin

I see your face,
your smile,
whenever I look
at my reflection
in the mirror

I hear your voice,
your unforgettable
laughter,
as rain falls
melodically from
above

I remember the pain,
the unbearable
heartache,
when I realized
I loved you
but I had to
let you go