It's your loss, now. I gave you four whole years.
It's my loss too, but I've already paid my dues.
The best? Yes. Not the happiest, but certainly the best.
The best for us both, for sure.

You will always hold a place in my heart and I love you no less, but I love you in a different manner, now.
You're precious to me, more than family indeed; I'm moving on.
I'll be there for you no matter what and I'll never leave you.
You're friendship to me is more priceless than priceless, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
I love you, and this love is saying goodbye.

I'm not a poet; only a poetfreak.
I know I won't be put in books
Or go down as a great like Poe.

But I don't care, because I don't need to impress
I only care about making an impact to you.
Yes, you! The one reading what I type.
You're all that matters to me when I write.
I don't refine my poems, I leave them raw
Which means I'm not great at all
Unless you like sushi or steak tartar

In the deepest, most ****** up pit you could ever be in, God Himself comes and holds your heart in the brokenness of it all.

An expressionless despair
Pure agony without care
Wanting to break free
Of this wretched nightmare

Finding out I'm losing heart
All from playing the part
I've lost my head start
And I'm all out of restarts

Dueling this darkness within
A war rages under my skin
Under the dominance of my sin
This road I take will finally end.

I've made my peace, it's time to go
No time left to say hello.
I'll miss you for sure, though
We have played one helluva show.