My love is given to her,
The one who holds my heart,
Or maybe the one who wants it back...

"Who?", you ask,
As for me, I give no response,
I need time to think, to ponder...

"What are you going to do?", you ask,
As for me I have no answer,
I need sleep and a serendipity...

Someone else make these decisions for me,
No not the one who holds my heart,
Nor the one who wants it back...

But as for me, I give no attempt,
No, no I do not try to get her back,
The one who wants my heart back...

Because although I forgave her,
When she left me,
It didn't break my heart, it broke my empathy...

And as for the one who holds my heart,
I hope she puts the pieces of me together again,
Before I make the wrong (or maybe right) decision...

sure it was the worst of times
it was also the best

sure i broke hearts
but found one that is made of silver

sure im confused
but i still had dreams about you

sure this poem makes no sense
but it will to you

for her eyes shone like the moon light
and her feet quick as the wind
but she still felt empty
as if his presence made her full
of stars and dreams of holding hands
and still all she wanted...
was to sleep

When you whisper in my ear
And kiss me when no one is looking
I tell myself I got it made
Even though I haven't slept in days

How do you do it?
Making me feel this way,
Still I wonder while dreaming of you when I should be sleeping
And my heart is out on the pavement

Maybe if you come this way,
I 'll put it back in my chest
'Cuz if you ever left,
It wouldn't break my heart
It'd break my torso...

Eight Months Clean

I love you.

thanks for encouraging my imagination and creativity
when you basically told me i *******