I saw a young couple today,
They were cuddling in the park.
Looking at them hurt,
It reminded me of how we use to be.
So young and in love,
A modern day Romeo & Juliet.

Seeing them reminded me of why I was walking in the park,
The fight that caused me to flee for space and air.
Darling don't you see how much he hurt me,
How he scared my heart, but still you defend him
And this hurts me so.

We use to laugh all the time,
Cuddle like the young couple in the park.
Now our laughs are taken by shouting,
And as I walk in this park I wonder...
Have we reached the final scene?
Where true love dies
And I wonder will I die with it.

The memories of ours flooded my head when I got the call.
That word "Heart attack" rang in my ears.
The fear that hit smothered me,
making it impossible to breathe.

I imagined you dead,
Thinking how can this be.
The fear killing me,
breaking me and putting me on my knee's.
Those salty tears blinded me
and I fought to breathe.

"He is alive" was said to me,
but death still rung in my ears.
I was trusted back in to my childhood,
A little girl depending on her Daddy.

And as I stare at you lying in the hospital bed,
Alive, breathing, blood in your heart.
I remember how much you mean to me.

I use visit you every once in a while.
I don't know why, but it always seemed to rain.
Does it rain because graveyard are places where you feel the most pain?
Is the rain the tears of our loved ones who's faces we can't see no more.

It has been a while since I visited your grave.
I will use excuses and tell you life got in the way.
But if I am honest,which I should be with you.
My tears got in the way.

I hate standing there.
Looking at a piece of stone,
Your name etched in gold.
The year you were born, the year you died.
A constant reminder you are no longer living by my side.

It's hard.
I talk to you, whisper a silent prayer for you.
No idea why, this prayer won't bring me comfort any more.
So, I won't stand and cry at your grave no more.

Because, praying and crying is just to hard to bare any more

You kissed me and it all came flooding back,
The two years of constantly fighting,
Your mood swings and whip lash .
Two years ago we met,two teenagers excited by the aspect of Love.

So why now?.
Is it because we are both drunk?
Is it because we met this day two years ago?
Or my final question, because your brother,my boyfriend is unconscious on the bed asleep.

Your kissing me and my heads not telling me to stop.
We pull away and you smile at me, your hands on my hips.
I flee the scene and guilt kicks in,
I've cheated on my boyfriend,with his brother..my ex.
But..as you call me back you kiss me again,
Swiftly on the lips and I say stop.
"I meant to kiss your cheek" is your only reply,
But it hits me.
Your not over me,just like I'm not over you.

And as I write the sixth poem about you,
I realise I will never be over you,
Even with your mood swings and whip lash,
This all hits me while my boyfriend lays unconscious in our bed.

I am so in love, its not even funny any more.
Romance has replaced everything that stood before .
Books line the side of my bed, telling me sickly romantic tales.
Each one I devour and absorb with the biggest grin on my face.

He stays in my head,
Constantly.
Like an obsession I can't seem to shake.
This obsession exhausts me.
Replaces my priorities leaving him my main.

People around me stare,
They know that I am sick.
To me it's a sickness that I will bare, forever..no til eternity.

I think of him as I read these love stories,
He is my Edward Cullen, protector of my soul.
And as I read the pages of these love sick stories,
I wonder ,could I possibly endure life without his croaked smiles and laughing fits?

I always was a believer in true love,
Maybe because I read fairy-tales as I grew up.
Imagining my true love,
Arriving one day and claiming me as the one.
His face was always a blur.
An indication that you never really know who your true love is or was,
Until that day that he or she shows up,

They change your life.
Flip your world upside down,
And leave you, just like me..so sickly in love.
That it's not even funny any more.

"You have reached the voice mail of.." I hear that tone more than I hear your voice.
Lately you have unreachable and I talk to her more than I talk to you.
Part of me wonders,fears that you don't want to  talk any more.
That the sound of my voice is something do not desire any more.

You have taken pride in becoming unreachable,
Like someone in Witness protection, you are untouchable.
So when I dial your number, her voice answers me and I find the only part of you I can reach,
Is your voice mail on the phone

Shakespeare once said "Shall I compare thee to a summers day?. Thou art more lovely and temperate".
Well..what can I say?.
You my love are more lovely and temperate to any sunny summers day.
When I look at you, every day is the most gorgeous summers day my eyes have ever witnessed.

And my life, as I exist this day and hopefully for days and years to come,
Has been the best days of my existence.
Whole would not describe how you make me feel.
Loved..doesn't come close.
Its that feeling I get deep inside and all I can do is smile.

Life my dear without you wouldn't be classed as living,
It would be an exile,
A tragedy like Romeo and Juliet.
My heart would beat, but it would not pound and gallop like it does now.

So, my love, my life.
I love you not with just my heart,but my entire being.
You have my heart,my soul, my body and mind.
And I will love you, beyond my last breath on this earth
And in to the after life we hold together