How are you so perfect?
Is all I seem to think.
I'm broken, hurt, alone, and being pushed right to the brink.
I'm looking up at this midnight sky,
With no one to talk to, just wondering "why?"
why didn't it work out?
Why aren't you here with me?
Listening to this music and kissing passionately.
I came here to socialize, but instead I'm sitting alone, in the dark, outside.
The vibrations running through me, aren't anything like what they used to be.
I'm numb on 18 percent,
Hoping the stars will help me to vent,  
I wish I could go inside and enjoy the music but when I hear the music I just can't help but to think of your style and your fingers running so passionately across the strings
I destroyed this poem.
But you remained.