-The Name That Should Never Be Spoken*

I know you still think about him. and I'm sorry to tell you that you still will. the color green will never be the same for you and you'll still flinch every time you hear his name. and I'm so sorry because he doesn't give a crap about you. no matter how many times you change your outfit in the morning for the slim chance he might remember your name.

he won't. he will never.

you're just another girl that's infatuated with him. you're just another victim. stop being a victim. he's not worth it. loving him is not worth it. love isn't supposed to hurt that much. I know we don't have that much experience in the love department but I know you're not supposed hate loving someone. you're so dumb for giving every part of yourself to him. didn't you realize there was nothing left. didn't you realize that you started to become a shadow of who you once were, but even that was fading. I know it hurts and it still does. you won't even bring yourself to say his name, so don't. because he is not worth it. he was a waste of time.

you deserve someone who will love you back and will actually remember your name. you deserve someone who will touch you without even putting his hands on you. you deserve someone who could take off your party dress and see the memories and heartaches and laughs laced into your skin along with the dreams and hopes. you deserve someone who's strips away all of the anger you have underneath your pores because that's all you really wanted to take off.

And the memories came rushing
and lead me back to that unforgettable day i told myself that i was going to stop loving him because
he would never love me back anyway
i promised myself
to stop looking at him, even when every beautiful corner of his lips curved into that pretentious smirk
and so i told myself to stop getting goosebumps around every little inch of my body, even the most secret places
from his melodic laughter
and it was the toughest thing i've ever done
but being the hopeless romantic i am i
thought that love was just something to forget
and it wasn't before i saw you
years later with that other girl
i understood every love song i've ever heard about broken hearts
and every poem i've read about unrequieted love
and i realised that
i never really stopped loving you

Wear me down
Use my ink
But make something
Beautiful

I saw her beauty by the pool
As wind caressed her cheek

The frawns of a willow tree
Shrouded her mystery

She listened quite intently
To the weeping of the tree

It was almost like it spoke to her
Through softly rustling leaves

Such beauty lay beside the pool
With evening in her hair

I wish i'd known how sad she was
to pass with the autumn air

Now she only lives in dreams
*And will always be there

These shadows shelter you tonight.
Right here you'll feel the tunes of the keys speak.
These melodic keys convey words I've conserved so open up your heart's ears and hear what I've been meaning to tell you.

Traces of your scents remain even if you exit into the warmth of light.
These keys continuously play in the dark.
Words I've never said conveyed in a pulse about my chest are now transmitted into these keys.

Pretty much,I don't know about the C-4 note but I'll continue to play with these keys just so you see meaning in what I wrote. Perhaps this isn't a poem,call it a "see-for-note"

This story has
been told over
and over forever.

Light a daybreak.
Darkness at dusk.
Leaves in Fall.
Ice in Winter.
Lilacs in Spring.
Storms in Summer.

There are no humans
in this story;

So the story
is pointless.

It simply is
as it has always been
and will be.

  ~mce

When its 6am and he's on your mind
It must be love

When you drive over a thousand miles and he's the first person you need to see
It must be love

When you can feel yourself smiling inside when he kisses you... Really...
It must be love

When you hear a song and you know he'll love it
It must be love

When you've been waiting all day long to see his face, cause it's him you've been missing...
It     must    be      love

If it's not
It must be... something