I swear on my grave
That this will be the last time
I write a poem about you

I swear that this
Will be my final release
Me letting your memory go
Let some other girl spend nights thinking about you

I swear to myself
That this stream on consciousness
Placed on paper will be the last time
I waste words on you

I swear to you that this
Is the end of my feelings
That that pang of sadness
That twist of the knife will go away

I swear to Gods that I don't believe in
That I will use this as an opportunity
To learn to love myself and not
Some boy who will give it all away

I swear to everyone that
I won't look through the poetry
I wrote about you, the words you stole from me
The time I wasted, stringing words together about your smile

I can swear all I like
But here I am, crying at 10:07
Writing yet another poem about you
I swear that I'm a liar

Dreams of wicked things,
of me and you oh i believe
I've fallen for you

Chaos rules your brain
living your days,
dancing with demons
in a clear smoked filled pipe.
Change can be uncontrollable,
but you're off the deep end, in love
with what you can't get.
As you sacrifice your soul
for a high that kills us all.
Placing knives in backs that
had yours.
Do those bruises make you
feel beautiful now?
Now cradle the lies you made,
Oh honey how does that
mediocre life taste?

I wish I could say I'm shocked,
but love isn't us
Did you enjoy her bed?
Because your drunken call
sayed it all
Dear you can do
better than that
You forget I have friends
in this town too, and tonight
I'll have treat as well
Sharing my bed with
Jack and Crown

You were a cliché
Sinatra song, and
Like Frank you flew
Me to the moon.

My middle name was
Death, because I wrote
of a rose who grew
through blood