To the almost love of my life;
I'm sorry I never made it that far
Or had the guts to say
That all I ever wanted was for you to stay.
Or maybe that was the 'all I ever wanted' of my yesteryears

Because now 'all I ever wanted' was for my fears
To disappear, and fade away
Just like you did so many, many, many, days ago
I never saw you in the halls, or dreamt of your smile

The only thing we said with eyes was, "it's been a while"
You filled me with joy and wiped my liquid sadness away from my face
And I'm sorry, I was too exhausted from the chase
I tried to make you love me, and evidently- our stars never aligned.
The universe never gave you the signs.

Oh darling, you made me lovesick
But now I think of you as no more than my once almost lover
And just a friend from the weeks I try to remember
But all I remember out of those weeks
Was trying to be strong when you made me feel weak
And sometimes, I still think about how our bodies could have crashed like waves.

Ironic, isn't it?
You gave me power yet wore me down
You made me happy when I flew too close to the sun and you made me sing sad songs and form frowns
And this is true, because you will always be, the once almost love of my life..

And maybe this will always **** me.

I have found a new home - within myself
If I am sad, I only have myself to blame
If I am angry, I find the problem on my own to resolve it fully
and, If I am happy, I turn to look inside myself and into the sky for thanks-giving.
For it has taken many years but I have conquered the quest for someone to fill my gaps.
I now leave the broken parts of me broken, so that my light can pour into the darkness of the world and bring happiness to those still searching for their missing pieces.
In hopes that they soon realize their broken parts are what make them somewhat whole.
Let your light seep, let it overflow.
Find the joy in making peace with yourself.

I died for you one time
But never again
You had saved me from
My life of sin
You had pulled me from the ground
Just to push me back down
I check my windows
Seemingly, it's safe and sound

But my night horrors check up on me from time to time
Speaking words that always seem to rhyme
Sharing creations from a poet that had a knack for gore
I wanted to stop but all I could think about meant more
I pondered how my suffering wasn't as bad
Then when we danced in the rain
And cycled past the sinking horizon

So I let the towers fall
And the chandeliers drop
I've lost my skills in building
Because, I have lost my muse.

I sit in sheets and start to fumble
I don't know what I am searching for.
But maybe,
Just maybe,
My head is awake at night
Remembering the space between you and I.

tell me
does the high last long enough for you to come to your senses
do you regret scaring your body unintentionally,
by this you are reminded of what poison lives within you. What runs through your blood. What consumes you.
You have been drained of who you are, time escapes you and nothing is legible through heavy eyes
"why do you act that way?"
"i know mommy will say yes when her eyes are wide"
collapsing more times than you can count on fingers, but gripping those coins in your hand until knuckles turn purple, showing you have something to prove
so tell me, is it worth it?
is undergoing this immoderate pain of life worth destroying your body originally created out of nothing but good, pure substances.
once pricked is a long time forgotten
I will stand by you until knees weak
until your body is colder than ice, but let me remind you this
You love me, you swear you loved me, to love me, love me
..
Love is not the worst drug
Being possessed by something so evil that it changes your definition of love. That is the worst type of drug. insensibility - oblivion

It's been long time
Long ways
But I'm happy
To see your face
Oh how I've dreamed
Your hand against my
Ever beating heart
Breathing, breathing
I want to feel your heart beat
I want to be with you
I want to hold your hand
I want to breathe in
Your every loving breath
There is no one
No one
Who could ever be like you
I don't want
A world
Without you

For someone I am slowly getting over; Each day is a little brighter without your shadows casting down.

loving without being loved is a tough one but happiness is something a little different; happiness is the only thing you can give without having and through happiness you will find love. We can only then hope that love leads you to love others, not destroy them.