you and me not being together,
all the tears
and drunk messages;
you leaving me
and the way your lips
touched hers last week
(you don't know that i know,
but i do);

the fact that i would give you
another chance,
yet you won't ask for it;
craving your kisses, your perfume, your eyes,
your jokes, your compliments,
your messy hair,
your voice whispering
"i can't believe you're here";

getting sick over my broken heart,
knowing i don't have the right
to kiss you ever again
and that you won't sing
love songs to me
anymore

i don't like those things,
i don't, god, not at all,
but i still like you
and i don't know
how to move on

Hello.
I am the trending poem.                                                            ­            
         you see me and I make you feel alive
                                             so you like me and re-post me
                                                              ­    then you leave me alone to die.
Hello,
I am your forgotten lines.
             you created me with a careful love
                                                          an­d decisive rhymes
                                      and then to the bottom of your page I'm shoved.
Hello
I am forgotten, alone and unloved
                           a faded smile a broken dove
                                               I once was beautiful, touching.
                                                       ­   now, I've been replaced, I'm nothing.

that night
started out with
a stolen kiss in his pick-up truck
ended with me clawing at a seat
and screaming at a reflection
that was faking actions and
sighing into her
heart and soul
listening to a voice that said

"He doesn't love you,"

as I began to sink into
a leather sea
and dreamed of becoming
a part of the upholstery
the only thing
that has ever
held me gently

There was a man who was afraid he wouldn't make the grade. In the past he'd been betrayed, now he spends most of his time in the shade playing charades.

Then along came a real babe, who's name was Jade and he strayed but got played, then caught in a raid.

Now mind and body are starting to degrade, he feels like sitting on a grenade. And life, he tries to evade. While the tears cascade his life is portrayed a masquerade.

So he went to himself and prayed, out of the blue came aid. The things in his life he weighted, then arrayed, now he's on a crusade.

So whenever you become afraid because you have strayed and run into a blockade. While the consequences are coming in spades. Remember, most of Your problems. You Made.

But you can always upgrade like the man who went to himself and prayed. Now his life is arrayed and he's on a wonderful crusade.

So beware of escapades you can easily get played.