I wish I could fall asleep by your side, in your arms
And wake up to the same sight of us

I never imagined how silence could be so loud.
I miss your touch, your skin, our time that I loved

But it's gone, you're gone, no feelings, nothing.
Empty. Empty. Empty.

I wish I could use another word, but it fits so perfect.

Me, my life, the world.

I tell you goodnight every night in my sleep,
I speak your name like it was the only ting I knew.

You drove me crazy, and I left without explanation.

Now I'm used to being alone, it takes time to get to know it again. And now I never want anything else.

my love is like the hardest level
of candy crush.

you will never reach it
but for some,
it's worth the rush.

too much to handle,
too high to touch.

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again