I'm no long going to have not me as one of my poemS. Because it's not me. Pretty weird right, but it's true. I'm the luckiest man in the world. I have the most amazing girlfriend I'm the world. Along with a really amazing family. I just wish I saw that then. But, I see it now, and I'm not giving anything up. Because, the best me is the me now.
Oh, and bou you we're right I should of came to you. because, you ARE NOT my almost lover. YOU ARE MY ONE, AND ONLY LOVER. MY ONE TRUE LOVE. SO PLEASE WEAR THAT RING I PUT ON YOUR LEFT HAND. ON THE ONLY FINGER WITH A VAIN THAT LEADS TO YOUR HEART. BECAUSE, IT MEANS THAT NOT TODAY BUT SOME DAY I WANT TO MAKE YOU MINE. BUT, AS FOR NOW IT'S MEANING I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND IM NOT GOING TO LET YOU GO.

1:27am
September 1st
I just read something I did not want to read
You feel useless
You feel like nothing
Please lover
Why didn't you tell me?
I am not an almost lover of yours
I am your lover
My heart beats only for you
You've given me a ring
That sits on my left hand
Placed in the only figure with a vane leading to my heart
Please lover
Why didn't you tell me you felt like giving up?
I am yours
And you are mine
I never ask you for anything
But I would like it if you told how you feel
Please lover
Is that too much to ask?
Dont be mute
1:27am
September 1st
I just read something I did not want to read
You feel useless
You feel like nothing
Please lover
Why didn't you tell me?

Your llove is nectarous
Yes I said nectarous
It is of nature
It is delicious and sweet
Your love is courageous
It is brave and fearless
Your love is bold
Your love is daring
Your love is lionhearted
Your love is venturesome
Your love is kind
Your love is beautiful
Your love is perfection

*but most importantly your love is mine.

the end
drew me back to
the unknown
into grey matter
before anything turns
I ran away,
I took all of them
as if all memories are to throw

renewing the thoughts
deleting the past
saved on my camera roll -
your crystal clear candid shots
into sleepless metaphors
the nights you stole

with our brief barely breathing history
time seemed to align
where it flew
I was not sure how it went
the drinks, the laughs
those that came out our lungs

and the gust of sighs where i lost my mind
with our touching eyesights
we began

Our lives are stories
Their hundreds of pages painted with words
Their simply books filled with a millennia of chapters

Chapters...
That word almost sounds foreign to me
Well at least I want it too

People tell me my story has just begun
But I want it to be the end
They say it's only the first chapter
If that's the case I want it to be the only chapter
And I want this chapter to shorten
It's simply too long

You refuse
To not tell me
To not fight

You continue
To tell me
To fight

To fight
A life
To fight for
my life
Yet
I simply
Don't want to

You expect me
To soar into
This war
With wings
Of an eagle

But to soar like a eagle, you have to have bigger wings

You refuse
To not tell me
To not fight

You continue
To tell me
To fight

To fight
A life
To fight for
my life
Yet
I simply
Don't want to

You expect me
To ride into
This war
Like lightening

*But if you ride like lightning, you'll crash like thunder

I wish this poem was my life
Poems never die
When you write it
It eventually ends
But you can always reread it
Because it'll always be there

I wish this poem was my life
Poems never die
It's a page filled with words
And once words are said
You can't take them back
They don't die

I wish this poem was my life
Poems never die
It's like a tree
The roots are stuck in the ground
And branches spread out and wrap around us
Keeping us warm with a blanket of leaves

Oh that sweet warmth
Oh it's simply just so wonderful
There's no bitterness at all
It's simply a perfect warmth everyone desires

This poem is kind
This poem is gentle
This poem is warm

My like is cruel
My life is painful
My life is cold

I wish this poem was my life
**Poems never die