I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."

This one is for you,
On this Starry night,
Where I sit here having
A chat with the stars
About not begging or screaming.
I know you won't even read this
And that's fine too.
No more aggression,
Or oppression,
Just a beautiful melody that will play
And will always stay.
But Now
This is for me,
To do what you've said
to become the person
who was once in my stead.
I remember what you said
when we first met,
And I'm hoping that's what this is,
But until then -
The image of your blue-grey eyes
Will stay in my head.
Along with your smile
And freckles (which somehow
Ruin my life) -
But If your words are true,
Then time and time again
I will be here for you.
Just like in your favorite movie,
We're at the ******.
But like that same movie,
We will meet again,
And get through it again.
It's
As I've always said -
"Everything will fall into place."
But this time I'm adding a new phrase -
"If you love something let it go. If it's yours
It will come back to you, If it doesn't
Then it was never yours to begin with.
Just like the how the stars are aligned,
Everything will fall into place."
But this time
I promise you -
We will meet again in this life
Or the next
And when we do,
I will tell you that I love you.

This is my Ode to You.

That ****** bar fly.
That **** stained old man.
How could he capture
the essence of a human?

I read and read and read his words.
His thoughts.
And I have to ask,
"How can someone so flawed
be almost flawless?"

I spend my Sunday's praying that someday
I can have just an ounce of his insight.
Is it the countless drinks?
The years at the post office?
The failed relationships?
I would give my right eye to
have his talent.
But then...
Why would I want to be a dead, washed up, *******?

Sound of bacon frying.-------No, it's not raining.

i hate to start this poem out
with the word goodbye,
but its time for us to both move on
and i say so with a sigh.

i wont forget the things we did
and all the memories we share
you will always be a part of me
and remeber ill always care.

i know we ended on bad terms
and things didnt go as planned
but please cherish all the good things we did
for all those things are grand

im done with hating you
for breaking my heart in half
and im glad we can talk some now because
you can always make me laugh.

im happy with the memories
the talking on the phone all night
but im happy now that we have both moved on
and there no longer is a fight

i am thankful for the lessons you taught me
and the all memories we have
so goodbye my first almost love
ill never forget our past.

I was a fool, once.
A lovely one,
a romantic fool.

I thought that
I was her world,
only world,
of all pieces of the broken soul she was.
but sadly enough, I wasn't.

Wise men says;
only fools rush in,
yes, I admit that.

But you can't make the same mistake twice,
the second mistake
is not an err,
it is a choice.

To err is human,
to forgive, divine.

I rather live by
"To improve is to change;
to be perfect is to change often."