Write about me
Tell me how your night isn’t complete
Without a goodnight phone call
Alongside a “sweet dreams” text;
And how it’s the only thing better
Than the good morning ones..

Write about me
Tell me how you hate that I stopped trying.
This other guy was never competition
You just wanted to see if I’d fight for you;
Please, make me feel like a fool
When you tell me how I failed your test
And only a dozen fresh Orchids
With a card quoting your favorite song
Would be enough to prove how serious
I am about you.

“There’s so much beauty in a storm”

Write about me
After that is said and done, watch as
I’ll dedicate hours trying to tell you
That it’s not because I don’t care
Or that none of what I said was real
It was just that;
Only that your happiness meant more
To me than mine ever could,
And I’d rather see you happy
With anyone else, than me failing
To put that beautiful smile
On the most deserving of faces..

Write about me
Tell me that it hurts when you hear me say
That I fear I’m not good enough
For a woman like yourself
In reality though - I mean you.
Your potential is limitless;
While I’m a work in progress
And you, princess. Don’t have the time
Or maybe even the will power
To build a man up to your level
When you deserve a golden crown
And a million peasants, kneeling
Before your throne, on which you proudly sit
While they beg for a minute of your time

You won’t write about me though
Because I’m aware none of this is true
My words may hold less meaning
Than I could even imagine,
But it doesn’t change the fact
This is what I want to hear.

“You owe me a poem”
You said to me.
What you didn’t know
Is that you already have two
That you’ll likely never see.
I promise this will be the last
(Unless you want more, that is)

(I)*
I have no intentions
I don’t want a thank you
I want you to be happy
I want you to smile while reading this
And laugh it up at my expense
(It’s pretty cheesy right?)

But you’re the only one
That I sit here at 7 AM
Writing about
When we've hardly spoken
In 3 days
At the very least,
I hope it’s an ego boost.

“I love poetry” you said
And I love to write;
This one though,
Isn’t for me
It’s yours.

She can't fall in love with a poet.

It's impossible.
We know what we want
and it scares her.
She'll turn her back to us
the moment we speak out.

We're a handful too many
and only a mere gift to some
How often does a poet
sit alone with his pad and ***?
Fall in love with a poet
Says the poet with no-one
We are *******
heart break is our whipped cream
on a freshly baked pumpkin pie.


That's why this poet
Is writing for his ex girlfriend
Who'll never take him back
but he has to try anyway.

On second thought
Please fall in love with a poet
Even though, I know you can't.

You overwhelm me

Excuse the rust, my readers My fans, and the woman I love. I haven't written in a very long time. But the woman I have loved for years asked me "Why me?" not even 12 hours ago, and I have her reason.

iIt's been almost a year,
Since the last time I wrote
And it's been days,
since the first time,
In two years that we last spoke

You overwhelm my mind
You're an anti-venom
of the poison that is everything around me.
If I was the last supper
You're Michelangelo
Only you could finish this masterpiece.

You overwhelm my body
In ways I can't even explain
I've never felt the way I do
As I do with you.

You overwhelm my senses
My eyes see every girl as a lesser you
My body rejects any touch, that isn't yours
And no smells can match
The heavenly scent, you left on my sweaters.

You overwhelm every piece of me,
Completing my life's sense, purpose, and dream.
Nothing I write could ever break it down
in the correct words just what you mean to me.
And that's one of the thousand reasons
why I love you.

"I hear ***** is a depressant that slows
Our bodies reaction along with the brain
So I'll take 7 shots of patron
Just to freeze time
And live through this love endlessly slow
I'll force my brain top stop working,
and allow my heart to enjoy the now with you
Before I awaken tomorrow,"
As he knows what's to come..

Cheating isn't so fun when you get caught
But he'll be okay..
so he thinks.
She wouldn't actually leave.
They'll just fight and ****.
He'll ****.
She never wants it anymore.

"I'm leaving"
You don't budge, and why would you?
She does this week in and week out
Because she's too weak to speak, so she shouts

"I'm sorry"
He says. "It won't happen again"
She buys it every time
But he does it once more.

The sad part is
You won't even learn your lesson
As you jump bed to bed,
And girl to girl
Breaking one heart at a time
With no thought of what you're really doing.

But she's frozen.
Maybe that's fear in her eyes
And her mascara..
It's smeared.. as if she cried

"You don't even care do you?"
She stares with a blank expression
Those tears don't even effect you
Do they?
And she walks out.

It's the weekend, and you're still alone
A dozen e-mails later and a pathetic poem
and your only thrills at home
Call of duty kills, your phone...

Still no word from her..
So he takes 7 more shots
"Maybe I'll wait it out"

and so he waits
...and waits...
...and waits...
...and waits...

The front door creeks
But nobody speaks
He grins
"Haha, she always gives in"
So he hollers out "welcome home baby"
As she steps into the room with a gun
Next time don't cheat on a crazy lady..

You're my candy. The sugar is always good,
I must be a diabetic, I need it.
But I am the Redhot tongue, in your mouth
That can supply a kiss, like no other.
This is our book, I'll write it,
You'll have to let the pictures turn.
I go too fast for most.

This has always been an issue.
I express myself.
I'll never admit how I feel, first
Not in person at least.
I know if I do, I might not love it.
The end result might not be perfect.
So I'll jot it down, and kick my feet up,
on your lap.
You'll have no idea what's on my mind.
As I feel burned
Set me on fire, and leave me for ashes.

You're my pill. I'll take you once a week.
At least. It's enough to get by.

The walls are painted.
The grass is cut.
The house is clean.
And you.. you are Malcolm
In the middle of it all.
But me?
I am on the other side.
I didn't go there on my own.
I was born there.
It was fate.

Your wants and my needs.
Is where it all breaks down too.
Whisper to me - in my ear,
Tell me you give in.
You want it all.
I want a wife, without the ring.
So I'll just laugh it off
and tell you, you need more seasoning
To be my last meal.
I want well done, and you're rare.
Sorry.

You can claim everything when I leave,
Most will be lies anyways.
But grip onto them, like prized possessions.
It'll be the first aid to your self worth.

Remember that time I forgot tell you something?
I might've looked around, for a new toy.
I  think they call it window shopping..
But I never touched the packaging.
Does that make you full of anger?

A woman will always mix up truth for lies
Even as it lies, right in front of her.
Waiting for a push, to a point
Even if that point isn't sharp enough
To prove anything.

You could ride along beside me
and say those three words that break
a romantic down, and make you his.
But I'll never again,
Take that left turn first.
Not after the first accident.
No insurance company,
Could EVER cover that.

I won't step on those brakes at this point,
I'm going too fast, and it's fragile.  
I'd rather have it snap in half
And ricochet off my soul.

I've had my fair share of troubles,
and heart ache,
Thanks to this history of mine.
It was the sign before the dead end

So...

Thank you.
But for you, misery
This is the end.