Here's how I see it,
We're not perfect,
We're young and make mistakes,
We've both done regrettable things,
Both been through way too much ****,
But at the end of the day when we came together
We could both smile,
And don't even try to say
That your smile wasn't real,
It may not have always been genuine
But more often than not,
When we woke up entwined
That smile on your face,
It was real,
It was the most breathtakingly real thing
That I have ever had the honor to witness.

"...then write me a million poems."
he stood there
waiting for me
to drip the ink.

"...I am your muse, for eternity."
He could be true
for I find the sun, stars, moon,
oceans or seas
springing
inside his soul

"...without me, there'll never be a piece."
Here I am,
not moving an inch
slowly dropping the pen on
slow motion, I can hear the faint
clank of its metal

"... you are nothing."
His grin vanished without a trace
I don't know what to say,
so what I did, was just walked away.

seeing how self centered i am
means i'm more self centered than I thought
i find myself buying my words
then i give away the words i bought

poking the monster that lives inside
then loving the monster i fought
i find myself catching a beast
then releasing the beast that i caught

i guess that's just the way i am
i try to learn what can't be taught
i just bring my heart and my words
then i give away the words i brought