I guess I'm just awkward.
They're always taken, aren't they?
Taken or uninterested.

And I always end up hurt even if it's not their intention.
Why?

I'm just too much
For anyone to love.

And that's only because
I'm so ready to love someone
So ready
But every time I find
Him or her
Each time I think
That I've found
THE one

They're taken.
Taken or uninterested.

I am the last of a dying breed.
The gentlemen, the nice guys.
Those who always come in last.
We get left behind while holding doors open,
Never expecting anything in return.
We open our hearts, have beautiful minds.
But those we chase seem to prefer those of animalistic nature.
It may come as a surprise,
But I can be an animal.
I've broken more than my fair share of other people's bones.
I've left burned dreams in the streets.
I can turn off my mind,
And let my instincts take control.
Believe me,
I would just as soon finish this poem as rip out your throat.
And right now, I'm feeling slightly violent...

Her heart was full of bookmarks
From those who had once loved her pages,
But not enough to finish what they had started.

I know what I want.
I want someone to steal my clothes,
To curl up in one of my rumpled dress shirts.
I want to step out of the shower,
And find my love waiting for me,
Bleary eyed and beautiful,
In one of my t-shirts.
I want someone I can debate philosophy,
Emotion, physics, ethics, morals with.
I want to be able to trust someone,
So I don't worry about,
Walking in on a lack of faithfulness.
I want to be loved.
I want to be believed in,
To be wanted and cherished.
Yet I know,
What I want...
I can't have.

It seems,
I attract so many.
They seem to fall in love,
With what I've done,
What I've said,
Positions I've held.
But they don't take the time,
To get to know me.

I don't know what happened between you,
So I'll just say this.
You better PRAY she comes through this ok,
Or I will have your head on a silver platter.
And before you even think it,
I don't bluff,
I don't make threats.
I make promises.
And I keep them.
Believe me.

If you're reading this,
Good morning beautiful.
How did you sleep?
Well, I hope.
No need to hurry at all.
Let yourself wake slowly,
Take your time.
Today is bound to be a great day.
You can accomplish anything.
And I'll be waiting for you to tell me all about it later tonight.
Remember to grace the world with a smile,
It helps brighten the day of all those around you.
I know it does for me.
Remember I'm always here.
Nothing can get in your way.
Go get 'em.
-Mike

Deprivation of love is the end to a normal life.
Instead of infatuation with anothers' eyes, I am lying awake at night.
It's been almost two decades since someone has ever cared.
And now that I see a pair of eyes, infatuation is never there.
A gloss goes over mine, as his eyes shine.
It's not the love i feel-
but it's the feeling of finally not getting left behind.

It was fun, wasn't it?
Watching me suffer,
Tearing the beating heart right from my chest,
Leaving it to be replaced
With a gaping hole.
One that can never be refilled
No matter how hard I may try.
You enjoyed it, didn't you?
Wrecking me,
Destroying every possible hope I had,
Any hope for anything good in this wretched, wretched world.
You loved watching my pain,
You fed off of it.
And while I'm sitting here at two in the morning
With ***** filling my veins
And tears streaking my pale cheeks,
You're completely fine.
And that's what hurts the most.