Are my dreams premonitions?
Or are they the bed time stories
I’ve created from fiction?
Maybe I’ve learned to fall asleep
to the comfort of the idea of you.

Truly and honestly,
My stories bring us closer,
Because in these tales
We’ve never hurt each other,
And forgiveness came easy
to the both of us.

Please let the pain end.
Have I not suffered enough
Under the power your touch once had on me?
Faded but still ruling like a king?
Scarred into my skin forever,
As my daily reminder?

I want to have faith in the world,
That what’s meant to be will be,
And one day my stories will be brought to life
In true motion picture format,
Tactile for us to touch,
But very unrealistic.

Don’t tell me I have to forgive you now.
My pride could never handle it.
To look into your eyes again,
And say the words you don’t ever deserve to hear.
Not from my lips to yours,
Not from my heart to your bones.

Rid me of these thoughts impure
Of *** and ****** and you,
And of all the sleepless nights we spent together
hand in hand like I had always hoped,
And like I continue to hope and dream
about.

How are you still on my mind?
Knowing full well that you don’t deserve
A place in my thoughts,
Not even a single second.
How does your memory remain so fresh?
I haven’t seen you around lately.

Do I want to talk to you?
Or the you I once knew?
Does it really matter though?
No matter the man I end up seeing,
Each and every time
I will always remember you the same.

Are my dreams premonitions?
Wishful thinking or a prophecy?
And whatever is about to happen
Will be both good and bad.
Just like the anger will carry over,
So will the love.

Tell me I’m right.
God tell me I’ve got it all right.
Let the world work in my favour for once,
Let the universe do what it was made to do,
And let fate create what was made to be.
Surely it cant end like this for us.

I’ll have to look in your eyes again,
as you will mine.
I will yell as loud as I deserve.
I will let my rage take over,
And I will get the satisfaction of
Rejecting you one last time,
With every word being a
Sweet release.

a bitter taste with
comforting warmth that surely
cannot replace you

Is there a word for that moment you know it's finally over?
The weight of the world is lifted off your shoulders,
And although you suffer, you know you'll be okay,
Because for the first time in a long time,
You feel like yourself again.
Is there a word for that?
I wish there was.

I would have said it when we exchanged words,
Through screams for the whole world to hear,
Wondering, their eyes on us,
That as sad as I may be,
It was still happier than you ever made me.

Still, I hope and pray,
I wish upon the stars at night,
That one day you'll return, as sweet as ever,
So I never have to use that word,
Not in front of you.

It’s easy for you to fake a smile,
While you lie through your teeth,
Do you lie to hide your tears at night,
The kind that makes it hard to breathe?

Trying to fool no other than yourself,
I’ve taken a hit to your mental health,
Does lying make you feel like more of a man?
Make you feel like you’re better than where you began?

Take a look in my eyes and tell me this,
A year gone by won’t compare to a kiss?
You loved her more than you loved me,
Only in your world could you believe.

A puff of smoke won’t make it better,
I warned you about it in my letter,
The road you’re headed is best left untouched,
Eventually you’ll be forced to confront.

Lie to me some more, why don’t you,
It’s become a lullaby to me,
And when I lay my head to sleep,
I’m reminded how lucky I am to be free.

You’ve got no idea how the others sit and stare,
They tell me you don’t even begin to compare,
To the love I have surrounding me,
They tell me how angry you must be.

You’ve won, You’ve won, You’ve won
Is that what you wanted to hear?
If you’ve got more lies to tell me love,
I’m here to lend you an ear.

A year ago today,
I would’ve cried at the thought,
Of us parting ways,
A feeling never sought.

But I look back at those photos of you and I,
And I know it’s over this time,
Because I no longer feel the way I used to,
It almost feels like a crime.

To let go of one so close to your heart,
And to let your love stray,
Who would’ve thought it would end like this,
A year ago today.

It’s by far the funniest thing you’ve said,
Don’t you think?
I hate to admit, but I have to agree,
Your advice may be true - don’t date a writer.

I hope you’ve learned your lesson, love.
We fight, we cry, we push, we shove,
Cause good writers know words left unspoken,
Are the true cause of all bonds left broken.

A good writer knows she needs to be loud,
For people like you who walk so proud,
Our words can hit so close to home,
So you burn them with your lighter of chrome.

Don’t think for a second I’m not so smart,
You underestimate the power of art,
And the meaning that all my words can carry,
Don’t think for a second my words were merry.

I’m a good writer, you see,
Your yelling and anger are no match for me,
And I know my thoughts are too hard to bare,
So it’s easier for you to laugh and glare.

But haven’t you given a second thought?
To the girl who stands so prideful and taut,
That maybe, just maybe, her words have meaning,
And she’s trying to convey them without any screaming.

No, that would be too hard for you,
Too immature to handle truth,
So you pick and choose what you want to hear,
Oh how ******* stupid of you, dear.

I don’t really think you get it.
Enough with this poetic *******,
I’ve said what I’ve said and I don’t regret it,
You can blame me all you want for your mistakes, I get it,
But don’t think for a second that I don’t understand.

That’s another great quality - of a good writer, anyways,
That they’re sympathetic in the way they explain,
Their feelings and hardships to others in pain,
Because they’ve been through it before, both the struggle, and the strain.

I hope my words hit you hard this time,
Harder than ever before.
It’s what you deserve after all I’ve been through,
Trying to end this war.


You could’ve made is easy, you know?
How hard would it have been,
To put your anger towards me aside,
And instead, look within.

Look at who you have become.
Are you proud?
I already know the answer to that one,
Just take a look around.

While you were so busy wrapped up in your mind,
You didn’t realize that you never made time,
To those who had something real to say,
Something that was anything other than ‘hey’.

And that mistake was made by you,
Not a choice you could misconstrue,
So don’t come up to me out of the blue,
Because now I can say I am someone new.

Isn’t it painful, to have dated a writer?
Our words burn passionately like fire,
Coming to light in situations so dire,
You’ve hit rock bottom, and I walk the wire.

It’s time I end now, so I leave you with this.
Before you give that girl a kiss,
Make sure her notebook and smile is brighter,
Or else you’ll end up dating a writer.

My thoughts were a mess in my old letter,
And you probably agree.
So here’s another one that’s better,
that hopefully you’ll read.

All I want for you dear,
is to be happy.
Maybe that’s a lot to ask,
Or maybe you want more than that.
But leave our hardships in the past,
And move on with the memories.

I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t hurt,
To see you happy without me.
But I know one day we’ll speak again,
So don’t you worry.
Like the true friend I always was,
I’ll be here waiting.

I’m angry too. Did you know that?
It may not make much sense,
But you chose to push me when I was down
And left our nature tense.
How could you be so cruel to a cry for help
From someone you once loved so dearly?

I’ve said I’m sorry all too much,
And I won’t say it again.
You know how sorry I am,
All I wanted was a friend.

So friends we shall be,
In the near future, hopefully.
But most of all, what I wish for you,
Is a period of healing,
That is the best gift that someone could receive.

Sat alone, quiet as can be
I wonder how foolish it was of me
to let go of a love so simple and free
all in the name of self discovery

My heart screams out
Aching and tender
Crossing my arms so heavy and slender
Crying so loud from my souls centre
I curse myself
How foolish of me

To take for granted a love so rare
That a girl or a boy could not repair
Because all I want is him standing there
So we could be our perfect pair

But others don’t seem to get it, you see
He was a worthless love, too careless for me
All from the eyes below the sea
They could never know how in love we were
Or were we?

Those questions consume my thoughts and dreams,
Every night, so hopeless it seems
That my love could return, with his smile that beams
Oh how ******* foolish of me.