Please come back.
I know they say not to beg for someone who doesn't want you
but if I have to see you with her one more time I don't know what I'll do
I need you, nothing less, nothing more.
without you I feel so alone
My life, nothing more than a day spent on the floor.
My heart, just an abandoned home.
I didn't ask for much
I just wish you've would've called.
But all you gave was a selfish touch
And left as soon as I began to fall.
I'm not one for writing poems that rhyme.
But I wrote you so much in free verse you never gave a reply
So the more I wrote to you the more I felt like a waste of your time
You weren't just your body and your face for once in your life
You said thats why all your relationships have failed and maybe that's why now you don't even try.

I don't know what to write about anymore
because you haven't held my hands to stop them from shaking in almost 2 months.
You used to ask "whats wrong?" when you saw that my nails were getting short and now you don't even call.
You say, "Everything I've ever known has left me." as if I was never there in the first place.
I know you won't say it, but I know she borrows your clothes
and I think its messed up that I saw her wearing the shirt I bought you last Christmas.
You told me to move on because it would help me but you already know I break everything I touch so I'm scared to move anything because I might touch someone's heart.
I remember when you denied everything we ever had because it's hard to own up to having feeling for someone nobody wants.
They told you in your calculus class to solve the problems but I promise you they weren't talking about me.

Try not to be scared.
I know you said you don't believe in relationships because every single "real relationship" you've seen has failed
but I promise you we aren't them.
I know you don't think it could work but I promise I will work hard for you.
It's just that I feel the distance when you aren't here, whether its a room, a street, a city.
and that you brought life to this dead soul of mine.
I love you so much and I won't stop reminding you.
So don't be scared because I'm only scared when you aren't here.

It's 75 degrees outside
and I still feel cold
I still feel the fall
I still remember how autumn felt last October
I still remember you in that red plaid shirt that I loved
I still remember the emptiness of that coffee shop
you never showed up
I don't know why we thought we could last the four years that you needed to finish writing that chapter
You never showed up
But I can't stop seeing you.

Does she even make you feel like an Ed Sheeran song?

I miss walking into a "Good morning" from you. It always started my day off right,
2. I miss dancing with you, if you could even call it dancing because we are both so bad.
3. I miss the simplicity of our happiness. We would sit on a field and you always talked about how much you were going to miss me when I left.
My heart always sank in fear of the thought of leaving you but I thought about the many months ahead of us and it wasn't so bad.
4. I miss being jealous as crazy as it sounds. You would say "You're so selfish when its comes to me." Then I'd laugh but it was true. My eyes would sharpen when I saw with other girls...some were prettier, and smarter, and probably a better fit than me.
5. I miss your laugh. Oh god, what I would give just to hear you laugh.
6.  I miss your hugs. They always felt like coming home.
7. I miss biting your ear. It was so odd but I knew the easiest way to turn you on.
8. I miss your cuddles. Now I sleep alone.
9. I miss your hands and how your fingertips traced my body as if you were the artist and I was the painting.
10. I miss the way you made me feel secure and never alone. I guess I never realized the abandoned houses next to our coffee shop until I became one.

He lays on the bed.
Nothing but money on his mind.
He has to make a living, he has kids at home.
Times are tough.
When it rains it pours.

I lay next to him.
Feel his body next to mine.
My heart starts pounding as my fingertips trace his jawline.
Our faces touch, and a tear falls on his cheek.
I wipe my eyes, my whole body shaking.
He kisses me, his mouth with the taste of desperation and regret.

I break away from him, get off the bed, and hand him everything in my wallet.
His eyes turn red as his heart breathes for the first time.
"Are you serious? You don't have to do that."
My eyes fall.
"I know."
I walk out of his sanctuary and shut the door behind me.
That's when I learned the true meaning of selflessness,