And each morning as she slept
I'd take her a tray of poetry
A croissant of commas warmed from the inside out
An ounce of assonance
A cup of freshly squeezed couplets
A bowlful of rhymes
That inside she might find
Our promises of forever
The memories we crafted together:

I’d take her a teapot of
The little things we’d forget
In the busyness of daily life
I’d take her a knife to spread
across the toasts we’d host
To the moments we cherished most
To our victories and our regrets
And every morning as she slept
I’d place a kiss on her head
As I placed beside our bed
A tray of poetry,
The words she so carefully, cordially, candidly
Composed out of me.

I think the best part of it was the almost.
We almost fell for each other.
We almost had everything together.
We almost were,
But we never were.
We were always just an almost.

You say you want to be with me,
Give me a better life to see.
Then why do you push me away,
Teating me like a bored option for the day.

I fell like I'm a hobby to you,
Just a game to play on through.
Maybe just something on the side,
To boost you ego and pride.

Your in a relationship and committed,
And I still try my best I admit it.
Well i can't help my heart chose to,
So it wont change no matter what you do.

Push and attack,ignore or stab to bleed.
It just hurts but i wont leave.
So here I am,its for you to decide whether,
my heart you will torture or pleasure.

But why am I giving away me,
When you share you with another being?