I've never met a marine
   who could sentinel
           my heart
like he does his country

I miss you,
for all the wrong reasons.

Well, it seems to me
that you are always on my mind
so, I cross my heart and hope to die.
But I found,  my dear,
my heart is held in your hands,
screaming.
So you only, my dear,
can break me.

I tried to
stop you
from driving tonight
--you were too drunk
to walk straight--
but you still asked
for your keys:
"No,"
"Dont **** with me
right now."
--So, I left,
and got a call
thirty minutes later
saying
that you wouldn't
get in the car
unless I came back,
and just like every
other time:
I couldn't say no.

You are constantly
showing up
in my dreams,
and when you looked at me,
in your car,
at 3:30AM,
-- with my remnants of whiskey
soaked tears--
I've never felt so
beautiful,
but when I saw
you, like that,
kissing her,
not even your
drunken state
could excuse
your dishonesty.
You may not remember
what happened,
but I always
will:
at 11:32pm
in the bar
on Wednesday,
you broke my heart,
and never even
knew that you
had made it whole
to begin with.

One blacked out kiss
is the equivalent
to my broken heart;
and you were everything
I had always wanted,
but never knew
you were the reason
for my tears in
the bathroom
that night:
I fell for you,
but you did not
let me down easy
--for I can turn you
into lines
of well-versed ink,
but I cannot
make you love me