I was young when I met you,
In a corner is where we became two.
Cowering in fear of a new home,
But you didn't realize how much you would roam.
You became my friend in so many ways,
Always agreeing, mentally giving me praise.
I traveled far into a new place,
You remained stead at my side with grace.
We conquered my fears and shed a few tears,
You were with me through many hard years.
We always would keep each other warm,
You kept me safe in the night during storms.
When you were leaving me it hurt so much,
To see you in pain, and without a crutch.
Laying on a pillow without a sound,
It was almost the end of the round.
You said goodbye to me one last time,
I thought you would end up being fine.
I came home to find you so cold,
But you taught me a lesson which was rather bold.
I love and loved you and always will,
I hope we can sit atop a nice hill.

The snow is freezing outside,
you don't feel it though,
you are warm.
Come here.

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show off your hurt
show how his fanatic feelings thoroughly threw you on a rambunctious route towards your desolate demise just for you to...
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let it all out
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Add a poem.

The words I write are not alright,
They appear to me out of the light,
From within me that there is a fight,
I hope my words explain my plight.

My words are wrong in many ways,
Hurting many for many days,
When I'm done I just feel haze,
Let's just hope this is only a phase.

The letters I put together to create each word,
Could control the sheep like a herd,
So I let my speech fly like a bird,
But sometimes my speech is a little slurred.

What I can do is not up to you,
To love, lie or always be true,
My words touch only a few,
But know I always wrote them for you.

The kindness which you have covered me,
Is like protection from the ice cold sea.
"You ****, you're weak" is all I've been told
I began to worry about life when I'm old.
But you stepped in with your words full of softness and care,
And briskly reminded me you'd always be there.
Inspiring, sensual, genius and lustrous,
Are not any words which describe you with justice.
You are but the drive within my heart,
That a runner feels at a races start.
Or perhaps you are the light in my soul,
Keeping me driving and never quite full.
Of all the things that you do there is one special thing for me,
You want me to be me and that is all I can be.

If the world were to end,
Would I let you know how I feel?
Would I stay as your friend,
Remaining even keel?
Or would I knock on your door,
and attempt to gain a kiss?
Fight through this petty mind war,
and reach that eternal bliss.
As the world would begin to explode,
the wind shrieking with death.
I would never let my feelings erode,
even with my last breath.

You're a stupid ******* ****,
if I truly must be blunt.
The epitome of ****,
you put me in a fit.
A heartbreaking little *****,
I'd love to find you in a ditch.
You can go get ******,
or preferably self-destruct.
I love you.

I held you so tight, as to never let go.
Only to have you melt through my arms.
I collected you and froze you with fear,
Only to have you melt through my arms again.
So I gathered you in a bucket in hopes to keep you together,
Only to have you become an vapor and fly away.
You eventually fell back down on top of me,
Only to drench and soak me.

I stood in the sun, and let you evaporate,
Only so I could go take a shower.

Your presence is like the wind,
I'll feel your wispy hands running through my hair.
Your presence is like the wind,
Slowly causing weather and wear.
Your presence is like the wind,
I'm always looking, but you're never there.

I like to write as if I'm sensitive and caring,
and yet I'm filled with conceited thoughts such as of what I'm wearing.
I look into the stars and pretend that there's more,
then I can only think of who'll be my next *****.
I'm supposed to let the words of love and care flow out,
but it appears my heart has taken a different route.
I want to believe that I can think beyond such simple joys,
only to realize my head is filled with devious ploys.

To ****, to feel, to ******, to flail,
my mind is filled with such trivial hail.
If only I could change and be more sophisticated,
but my whole life I've only procrastinated.
Thinking of when I will be a man,
when I haven't realized I've only ran.

I want to write a poem
with similes, metaphors and so on.
one that can describe your face, hair
or even your smell.
I will create words
which make it seem as if you are perfect in every way
so that the reader can feel some form of emotion.
But I can't do that.
It isn't because I'm incapable
I've studied and felt, and described with meaning.
It's because I don't want to
Because you don't deserve it.

What is it that we see within each others torn heart,
During the times of dire need we have grown apart.
Still grasping for one another as if it were all the same,
And yet we both realize have become tormentingly mundane.
Is it these memories that tie us to this mental prison,
Or the belief that you and I can fight this cataclysm.
Should we salvage all that we have learned to know,
Or is it time for us to let go..?

Your hands grow moist as we start to slip,
Oh how I remember the days we were attached by the hip.
To feel your breath like a warm summers breeze,
Our hearts were like a puzzle that was finished with ease.
Every bit of you matched up with me,
When together, we finally felt free.

Something happened that shook the puzzle loose,
Suddenly I began to imagine tying a noose.
Our pieces were once so tightly attached,
It appears that we need some form of patch.
Our pieces clash without any excuse,
You are like a bomb with a short fuse.

Now we search halfheartedly in order to be complete,
But to search and learn what we lost would be an extraordinary feat.
We both hope to be completed together,
But we've yet to grasp we may be lost forever.