I want you to stay,
I don't want you to go,
I want to hold on to you,
and never let you go.

Read those words,
and understand what I'm saying,
because your actions,
are saying the opposite.

When I'm with you,
I forget the world exists,
you become my world,
and I don't want you to leave.

I don't want to cease existing,
I want you to stop shifting,
towards the open door,
and come back and lie with me on the floor.

Time is a funny concept,
it can influence your prospect.
It can change the way you think,
sometimes not enough to even blink.

Doesn't that make you think?
Wash your face in the sink,
That will refresh you,
Maybe a nice brew?

Ok now that you're all fresh and new,
try to grasp and understand what only few,
can fully picture,
the picture of time.

You say you hate him,
You said he treated you badly,
You said you wanted nothing to do with him.
I guess you were lying.

You said you felt nothing for him,
You said he made you sad,
You said you ended it with him.
I guess you were lying.

I offered you my heart,
I wanted to be with you,
I wanted you to be happy,
After the way he treated you

Yet here I am,
and here you are,
Saying he's your best friend.
You're full of lies.

Have you noticed how fake life is?
Just like this poem, its not really a poem,
Its just my thoughts and feelings,
Grouped in to 4 lines.

But might as well carry on,
Mention how fake you are,
Your make up,
Your thoughts and feelings.

How am I supposed to know,
How you feel,
What do you want,
Do you even want me?

Worst of all, it hurts me,
It makes me feel like I'm not me,
I want to be with you,
That makes me feel like something isn't right,
I feel fake.

Here is another one about love.
Let me guess,
You heard it all before?
You're right.

Are you asking yourself if this one will be,
Different?
Unique?
It already is.

So what is love?
A question a bit too big to answer in a poem
Is it as good as everyone says it is?
Yes, but I wouldn't know, not anymore.

Do you know the saying,
Every coin has 2 sides,
Well as some are enjoying love,
I'm suffering from the lack of
Her
Our passion
The heat
The way she kissed me

It's funny how you can,
Loose yourself by finding yourself,
Find yourself by getting lost,
Change who you are by,
Trying to become yourself.

It's funny how you can,
Feel pain, loose and drown in sorrow,
And move on because tomorrow,
Is not going to stop and wait,
For you to comprehend your fate.