The likeliness of it being any good is slim.
Yet entirely possible.
The deepest thoughts come out in the dead of night.
Things you are most concerned about.
Your last thoughts of the day.
Late night or early morning poetry may not be very good.
But it is raw.

Jealously rises like smoke.
Obvious hoax.
How could she?
But I know his loyalty.
She can't take what's mine.
He's beautifully divine.
But maybe she already has.
Looks like midnight talks like jazz.
No... He'll return.
Right before she burns.
To what he knows is true.
He was just confused.
Aha.
Wait for his common sense.
Get away from the evil *****.
Her lips curling.
Potion mist swirling.
Rotten, stale or dead.
She's inside his head.
Her breath intermixed.
Almost with his kiss.
Dark hair.
Lingering glare.
I feel her hate.
But she'll take my bait.
Her smirk won't fool me.
He wants me solely.
One choice for him to make.
Love and happiness or wretched snake

Sometimes i think i love you only for the poems.

Now, as I look upon this empty room
I am alone, but not quite lonely.
Voices carry on, with no face.
Footsteps with no person.
What I have realized is.
There is no one left.
Everyone's gone.
I'm alone.
Again.
But.
They're here.
The room, full.
Joyous laughs ring.
Yet, I'll still wait here.
It's not terribly strange.
Although not alone, lonely.
Nobody here to help me through.
What a strange feeling lonlieness is.
I  may become completely secluded.
Wondering what may become of me.
Fighting for even a fresh breath.
It's what I always wanted.
Once again, here I am.
All alone at last.
I am happy.
All alone?
Until.
Wait.
No air.
Tiny space.
You're nearly gone.
What is happening?
Merely the side affects.
Don't worry, you'll be fine.
Unless you give them control.
Them you may ask? Don't be silly.
There are voices inside of your head.
Reminding you how pathetic you are.
Always twisting up your insides.
You can try to ignore them.
Your only companions.
They never leave you.
You believe them.
Comforted.
Someone.
Cares.
Enough.
To even talk.
To you anymore.
That is not how it ends.
Oh, well, maybe it could be.
There will always be loneliness.
Not everyone will fight for their soul.
Then, the lonlieness will attack again.