I'm tired of writing poems about being hurt, but I'm scared if I stop feeling that way, all feelings of you will stray.
   Oblivion is inevitable, and we're all sure to die, but you can't ever say that I didn't try.
   When I'm laying in bed, troubled inside, I turn, and notice you're no longer by my side. I wanted to marry you, it's crazy, but true. The *** was passionate, I felt so close to you-but the further we drifted apart, the more you neglected my heart.
    A man you aspired to be, but for someone who was no longer me.You were the fool, and I was the fawn; I should've known right from wrong. The brightest day that I wish to see, is the day when you are again wanting me. I changed who I was, and I am changing who I have become ; to be a better woman for a man that I love.
     Come back home- I don't want you to continue to roam; No questions asked, no past remembered, just you and me. . . forever re-kindled.