These phantoms, these ghosts,
That mirror my every move.
These irreplaceable flaws
That I cannot remove.

Why do they follow me with
Every crushing story?
They're taking my life
And all of its new-found glory.

Why do they taunt me with
Their sickening games?
Why do they constantly throw
Me to the red-hot flames?

Why did they mark me with
These everlasting scars?
Why do they haunt me
With these memories that will always be ours?

What is the penalty for
Trying to make this right?
What is the penalty for
Beating the demons I constantly fight?

What if these ghosts make this poem be my last?
After all, they are the Ghosts Of My Past.

Would you chase me down
If I ran from your gentle eyes?
Would you keep your promise
Of never having to say our final goodbyes?

Would you hold me in your arms when
I need you most?
Would you be there for me when
I need you close?

Would you take my hand in yours
And tell me you love me?
Would you be there to slience my
Loving plea?

Would you help me every time
My control would stray?
Would you be by my side
Every step of the way?

Would you try your best
To ease my pain?
Would you be there to
Make me sane?

Would you still be there when I
Believe I am a lost cause?
Would you still love me for
All of my flaws?

Well,
Would You?

The feel of your touch.
The taste of your kiss.
The reassurance of knowing
This irreplaceable bliss.

I can still feel the warmth
Of your comforting embrace.
I can still hear the words
You whispered that made my heart race.

Your lingering escence is
All that remains,
But that doesn't stop the
Blood from rushing through my veins.

Your beautiful eyes take
My breath away,
Along with those three words
I've always wanted to say.

I miss the feel of your hand in mine.
I miss the way our fingers intertwine.
I love how you are always there,
I love how you say you will always care.

I love the way you can always sense something's wrong,
I love how you always keep me strong.
No matter how long we may be together,
I know you will never see,

How much you truly mean to me.

Begging for forgivness
Under the influence of my mistakes.
One simple word is all that it takes.
Tonight is my last stand,

I will reach to my temptation's hand.
The taunting voices cause my
Tears to flood,
Along with the constant shedding of my ****** blood.

Everyone can see what I have become.
That fact doesn't fase me,
Because my emotions are numb.
No one cared enough to try and

Change my views.
I turned on them.
There was nothing else
I could choose.

I can hear the things they say
As they whisper about what
I used to be.
Not even the man I love can set me free,

From the monster that is me.

Always there when I need a helping hand,
Always there when I can barely stand.
Always there when I need a shoulder to cry on,
Always there when my confidence is gone.

Never too late when I need advice,
Never too late to make me think twice.
Never too late to pick me up when I fall,
Never too late when I think I've lost it all.

All those fights and all those nights we've cried
Made me realize that you will always be by my side.
Through thick and thin,
You've taught me how to hold up my chin.

You've been there for me when I needed you most.
You've been there for me when I needed you close.
You're always there for me when my hold on control gets weak,
You're always there for me when I need a kiss on the cheek.

These past four years of you being my best friend
Were the best four years of my life that will never end.
They say that nothing in this world lasts forever,
But they odviously haven't seen us together.

The past four years were the best I could spend.
After this poem is officially finished,
Everyone will know,

You're My Best Friend 'Til The End<3

Wasting away from this
World full of destroyed mistakes.
My heart is shattered beyond
Repair, my soul aches.

I can't take this crushing hate,
My pain makes them thrive.
These walls are closing in,
I won't survive.

Held under the total
Annihilation of my
Confidence, I can't
Find my voice.

The games they play
Leave me in constant
Destruction, I can't
Make a choice.

Speaking against them
Will result in unescapable
Wrath, they are the ones
Who will choose my path.

I will always be held
Beneath their twisted
Way of control, constantly
****** into their menacing black hole.

If I begged for forgivness on
All that I've sinned,
My life would be on the line.
I'd be throwing caution to the wind.

A touch, a kiss,
A whisper from the heart.
Never wanting to be
Only inches apart.

Intertwined fingers and
Countless shared glances
Its never too late to
Take risky chances.

Low tone speaking
And lightly kissed lips,
The feeling of his hands
Resting lovingly on my hips.

Tracing my fingers over
His slightly heated skin,
The control between us is
Wearing thin.

This isn't luck, its fate.
The emotions we share never come late.
There is only one way I know
That this love is real,

Nothing compares to the way he makes me feel.