I look at you, remember what we had
And wonder how it all went wrong
Then I remember you weren't in love
And when you left you took the piece
Of my heart that I had given to you

Trust me,
I'm not doing this for me anymore.
I've given up on me.
There is no point in
Trying to revive the dead.
I'm doing this for you.

You're my reason.

You're more than a trick
You're more than a ****
You're more than a ***
You're more than a *******
You're more than a *****

Don't become something you're not
Don't become a waste of my time
Don't become ill by all world's sickness
Don't become what they want you to be
Don't become easy on clearance for sale

You're much greater than that
You're much better than that
You're my twin I got your back
You're my everything remember that
You're my heart on love's track

You just don't have full understanding
You just don't know who you really are
You just don't know you're the best
You just don't know I forgot all the rest
You just don't know I carry you in my chess

Baby please don't cry I can feel it
Baby please don't cry I'd give it another try
Baby please don't cry & say goodbye
Baby please don't cry, you're all my life
Baby please don't cry, I really mean it, carino

I was made to love you
I was made to choose you
I was made to meet you
I was made to feel you
I was made to hold you

I was made from you
I was shaped by truth
I was created through you
I was alive with you

I was..... I was..... I was.....

You or I could be lepers.
Or hideously deformed.
If we are it shouldn't matter.
Photography, mixed up and twisted.
Reborn.
Pictures misted.
Just who are you chatting to today?
Mentally.
physically.
internet voices.
Distorted.
Misinformed choices.
Maybe just genuine liars,
Getting kicks.
Turning tricks
Preying on others.
Taking the biscuit.
You could be an angel
Or one who follows you on cycle paths,
(PSYCHOPATHS)
Mental health issues falling out off your ears.
No problem with mental health issues.
Been there.
Done it.
Or better still put them onto your paper.
Best place to put them.
If you ask me.
Maybe a sliver of communion wafer.
Selling religion for half a crown.
Maybe half a silver dollar.
Ripping you off.
While doffing his hat.
Pretending to be,
What you can't see.
Words of naïveté.
From she who is down.
Unless you really know the one on the screen.
Be ever so careful and I'm not being mean.
(c) Livvi MMCV

When we met I knew
You're so much more than a one night stand
I knew I'd want to hold your hand

I wish I had the guts to say something
Cause I know you don't see
How perfect you are to me.  

With you, I want to lie under the sky
Wrapped in your arms
I want to make wishes on shooting stars.

But I'm scared I don't know the real you.
And I'm scared you'd run from the real me.
What happens when you realize I'm crazy.

What happens if you find out
I think about you every day?
What happens if you walk away?

I want to say all this to you...
But I know I'm going to erase this
And pretend I never wrote it.

I'll tell myself to keep it in,
To guard my heart
Because it will never start.

But what would happen if
I sent this to you now?...

I wish I had the guts to find out.

When you love someone who is not there
Your mind will learn to create
Draw images of how everything should be
Erase ones that depict how it actually is
Eventually you will forget what is real
And what is make believe
You will convince yourself
That you are not forgotten
And that even though you haven't heard from him in days
He still thinks of you
You will tell yourself
That you are still wanted
Regardless of the fact that you barely want anything to do with yourself
You will somehow believe that someone else does
He will not tell you though
You have to remind yourself that he is too busy
Too involved even for a hello
You will have to remember
That his life never intended on having you be part of it
And that you
Will probably never be a part of it
You will constantly be reminded of every time you were promised future
And your wanting for it will become unbearable
You will lay awake at night like you always do
This time tasting of more than just alcohol and regret
You will swallow your own tongue wondering why fate never seems to be on your side
Thinking maybe you were never meant to love in the first place
That meeting him was a mistake
You should have known better anyway
To fall for a guy
With a heart already occupied
You know all too well
That there is not enough room in one for two
And you are the tenant with the most vacant body
Stop trying to fill yourself with things that don't exist
You will need to recall
Every single time you have built yourself up
Your expectations piling above you
Never anticipating the crash
You always seem to be staring blank eyed
When everything around you crumbles into disaster
You learn to pick up the pieces
And glue them into something decent enough to look at
Your mind is still painting pictures
On a canvas that will most likely never be tangible
And you will be reminded of it when you're laying in bed
And your hands grab for someone who is not there
When you love someone who is not there
You will spend every second of the day
Searching for them in crowded rooms
When in reality
You know
They weren't there to begin with
And they probably
Never will be.