Love does not give flowers.
Love does not speak in
Poems,
Or rhymes.
Love is a sigh
That makes you whole.

I am
  Not the one
          Who will deal with
                    All your lies and all
                           Your hatred. I am the one
                                     Who will perhaps send you to salvation.

*With my knife-sharpened words

Well here I am
once again.
Sitting here at 3 A.M.
And there's no escape
to the way I feel.
No escape to the way
you made me feel.
You haunt me
in every possible way.

but you look at her
as if you just found
your new favorite thing
in the whole world
(i look at you like that too)

I was the tides and you were the moon,
                             you brought me too close all too soon

and just like the tides all I can feel is the cold
                             we suddenly came crashing to a unfortunate halt.

You shouldn't have said you revolve round another
                             my voice sounds so dull when before it was thunder

if these words were lies I would surely paint them white
                             because honestly baby, I just don't wanna fight.

So please won't you stop rubbing salt in my wounds?
                             I wish what we had could again be resumed

however you are the moon and no doubt you'll move on
                             I barely even had you and you're already gone.

So your words are like anchors and I'm helplessly drowning
                            my heart was so strong but you stopped its pounding.