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        All the poems I write
     are just the beginning
                              and end
               of every thought
   I've ever had about you.

You are
the only thing
I am
most grateful for...

Even though
your existence
sometimes
could tear
my paper heart.

n.e

Do you miss me, I want to know
You don't even kiss me when I go
Do you want me to stay away
You know I can,for days and days
When you want, your passion glows
When you turn it off, icicles grow
Maybe that's just it
About me you don't really give a ****
Maybe it's only lust
You're only addicted to the ******
So you only miss my certain parts
The one you don't want is the heart
So I break myself in pieces
Wishing I was your golden fleece

In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new;
It was ghostly waking
All night through.

Dear things, kind things,
That my old love said,
Ranged themselves reproachfully
Round my bed.

But I could not heed them,
For I seemed to see
The eyes of my new love
Fixed on me.

Old love, old love,
How can I be true?
Shall I be faithless to myself
Or to you?

I look in the mirror
And all I can see
Is a little lost girl
Staring at me

I reach her hand
But she starts to fade
I can't undo all these
Mistakes I have made

I was innocent once
I can still hear her voice
The way she cried stop
But she had no choice

A little girl scared to reach out.
She hesitated with doubt.
Always too scared to ask.
Small and clueless hidden behind hates mask.
No one heard her screams.
People laughed and said honey it's not as dark as it seems.
Held close by her partner at night.
The littlest mistakes causing largest fights.
I'm sorry baby.
Nobody could save me.
This little girl wandered her mind.
Aimlessly wondering what she could find.
She found a razor and began.
Blood streaming down her hand.
She found a broken relationship.
I'm sorry I just couldn't get a grip.
This little girl went on.
Shy and helpless as a fawn.
Then as she grew older.
She became bolder.
A drink here and there.
A mind filling her head with dare.
Take one more pill.
You haven't yet had your fill.
One two three four.
Now that I've started why not take more.
I was in a hospital that night.
The doctors walking past were blurs of white.
This little girl has taken too many.
This little girl has had plenty.
She came in a broken masterpiece.
As far from sober as she could be.
That night the girl decided to be strong.
She jumped of the building to where she thought she belongs.
That little girl jumped in her mind.
Don't worry she is perfectly fine.
On the outside anyways.
We will just say it’s been a rough couple of days.

Every day I hear about your love for her.
Because everyone knew you were gay.
And then suddenly you changed your mind.
You aren't supposed to ****** him away.

You told everyone you knew what you wanted.
Never did I think it'd be a man.
Because I thought you were in love with her.
And I could have loved him more then you can.

Confusion spins around my head.
Its almost as if everything was a lie.
But the pain will eventually leave.
Because everything does eventually die.

But in the end I thought we were friends.
Clearly that was a mistake for me to think.
Its almost laughable at first thought.
As I drown my tears in another drink.

Friends aren't supposed to hurt you.
They're not supposed to make you upset.
If anything they're supposed to be.
Your only safety net.

Now the final game is over.
And the deed has already been done.
You've completely ruined everything.
I guess you have won.

It appears your victory is present.
You broke a selfless heart.
By simply taking away the boy she loved.
And tearing her apart.

When you told me I didn't love you
I simply thought how would you know
For I remembered the spaces between your fingers
And the crease between your eyes
How dare you tell me
I never thought of you as mine.