While eveyone else
Waste their time
Making new year resolutions
I confess I don't have mine
But do you wan to know what?

I don't want mine
All I want
Is for this year to be full of you
That's all I need to make this year good
As long as I have you
All my years will hold happiness

I don't resolve to lose weight
To be happier than last year
All I want is you

Only God knows what this year had in store
I just pray he will never take you away
I thank him for you a lot

Of I resolve to do anything
I think I'd resolve to pray
And thank God for you everyday

Maybe new year resolutions
Aren't so stupid after all

There's something I've come to comprehend;
That everything eventually has to have an end
No matter how beautiful, or perfect or great
One day it'll all be too little too late

I know you left and that was your choice
but may I just ask, do you still hear my voice?
When you read all my poems through
is it my voice reading them to you?
Are my words in your head
or to you are my words dead?

I want to go back, to when I was gorgeous to you
When you thought I was kind, protective, and loving too
When you said I was perfect, and everything you wanted
Back to the days before I was haunted
by the ghosts of the past, and promises broken
and by all of the words that once were spoken.
I want to go back, to the days when I mattered
Back to the days, before my heart shattered.

How odd that the girl who made me believe,
  in love,
   and in hope,
    and that things will get better,
doesn't believe those things herself.

Shards of glass, picked out of my hand
This anger is more, than I can withstand
I don't know why I still trust you
It's like betraying me is all you do.
Cheating, lying, manipulating me
you're as empathic as a tiny flea.
I want to leave you alone, I want to go
but I still trust you, like I did long ago.

Hey there sweetheart, it's kinda been a while
and I was thinking that I kinda miss your smile
and how about another kiss?
as we talk about the times we miss
how about you stay another night
and I can try to make things right,
make it up to you and make your heart race
with the lies that hurt you in the first place
I could press you against the wall,
remind you of when we had it all
or we could go back to that park
steal some more kisses after dark,
or maybe I could tell the truth
that love's as real as the fountain of youth

When the poet no longer has a muse,
and the comedian's jokes cease to amuse,
when the artist's paint has all run dry,
and dreams of immortality start to die,
and we think back to the days that we now miss,
not even all that happiness was worth this,
then paint one last picture and tell one last joke,
write one more poem and on your words they'll choke,
because what we're doing may not be right,
but I for one shall go down with a fight.

If you read these words and they are my last
please remember all the poems, that have come to pass
remember each smile, each tear and each word
and even remember the ones you heard
what a way to end it all
what a way for the mighty to fall.
Goodbye dear poetry, goodbye my life
and most importantly goodbye strife.