Pretty girls
Open roads
Why am I thinking
Of *you?

I've been reading what you share
and I can't stop the dark exhilaration
of seeing your latest work in my list.

Truth is,
even at the risk
of becoming the source of your
most venomous rant...

or

being the subject of your
most intense and  prosaic hatred...

or

being eloquently described
as the most vile piece of
male filth in 10 words
or less...

I still wanna get naked
and f...k your brains out!

Cuz deep down,
I'm a sucker
for clever verses.

This isn't even a real poem
More just a goodbye
Bye my sweetheart, my angel, my love
You were the image of perfection
my perfect little angel
and now I am over you
I burned all my feelings in that flame
every single memory is now in ashes
and I am over you, I don't feel the same
For the first time I am happy now,
for the first time since you said goodbye.
I am over you, you have him
I am making you choose him over me
but I will never stop loving you
and you will always be my perfect little angel.
Just one to whom, I've said goodbye.

how would I film us together?
without making it sappy, ridiculous
because you hate that,
I would make it honest.
I would film
you alone
me alone
a shot of you falling off the bars at track
and me almost catching you
then a shot of us laughing in the car
a shot of me taking your ball
a shot of slapping your ****
a shot of laughing again
a shot of us cuddling together and falling asleep on the couch
a shot of you mumbling into your pillow about our hearts
a shot of you showing me the song
a shot of me learning to play it for you
a shot of it going all wrong
a shot of us dancing together
a shot of me glancing towards you
a shot of us dancing with other people
a shot of your face forlorn
a shot of me breaking my expression
a shot of me dancing alone
a shot of you alone
a shot of me playing the song
someone trying to sing along
and me putting up the ukelele.

Am I happy?
I don't know.
I haven't been for the longest time.
But I think I feel fine.
I feel great!
I don't hate.
The sun is out, and I'm about.
I'm not mentally rushing my day, just so I can go home.
I roam around now because I'm not missing out on something.
The days do feel longer, but I'm enjoying them.
I don't ask myself when I can leave.
I don't greive.
I like seeing my friends, and the joy wont end.
I am happy.
Very, very happy.