The last words I plan to write
before the darkness, of endless night,
will be just these, short and few,
I'm sorry for what, I did to you.

I hide my poetry from you,
to hide the things so painfully true,
the things I don't have, the words to say,
so I keep them from you, but maybe one day...
I won't have to.

Your laughter was more beautiful than any song
now I've forgotten it, and everything feels wrong
I'm slowly forgetting, the taste of your lips
and the exact perfect curve, of your beautiful hips,
Now we're just memories, I messed up and lost you
I've just got the memories, I can't lose those too.

"You deserve better"
may have been the biggest lie i've ever been told

He used to look at me with awe,

I would look at his eyes,
they were smiling at me as he saw me
his heart was racing
his hands were shaking

I would look into his eyes,
as he spoke to me
his gentle voice speaking in such a monotonous yet, enchanting tone
his eyes still dancing with glee

I would look into his eyes,
as we sat in silence
because in that moment,
we were the only two people left in the world

but when I looked into his eyes one last time,
he said, "you deserve better"
I saw nothing,
I saw a cold, glassy stare off into the distance
as if every memory we had together had vanished into oblivion.

"Wrong number" said the familiar voice

Shards of glass, picked out of my hand
This anger is more, than I can withstand
I don't know why I still trust you
It's like betraying me is all you do.
Cheating, lying, manipulating me
you're as empathic as a tiny flea.
I want to leave you alone, I want to go
but I still trust you, like I did long ago.

She's
not just a girl.
No, one cannot simply
call her a girl.

She's
a storm,
a storm with skin, bound by
passion and dreams.

She's
a temptation,
her body a fire,
My senses a helpless moth.

She's
a maestro,
her laugh being
the sweetest symphony of all.

She's
a lioness,
the way she perseveres,
fights, and defends.

She's
a diamond,
brilliant and rare,
to be cherished and protected.

She's
a mile,
but only if
beauty was an inch.