All I write is simply amphigory
Meaningless, nonsensical, is it?
I don’t write for fame or glory
My words go in circles just a bit
I try to tell our story
But perhaps as a girlfriend, I am unfit
I don’t have much to offer in my inventory
I wouldn’t be offended if you decided to split
But let me say this
Before you decide
With you my life is full of bliss
And this is not just a simple joyride
I intend to be forthright
Sincere
Polite
And clear
Honesty is my policy
And I don’t want you to worry my dear
I only want you to be happy
To do what makes you so
And I do not wish you to be lonely
So if you must, then you can go
Here I will stand
Waiting for you
Come, take my hand
I will do my best to never let you down
To stand strong when you are weak
And never let you hit the ground
I have my moments of failure
I fall short and become unsettling
Through these moments we can survive
Come, take my hand
I know, you and me, we can surly thrive.

Thank you for the book
with the hard cover
and the pages
with no lines
to guide my cursive tool

Thank you for the insults
concerning everything
between
music artists and cheek bones

Thank you for not
making me pretend
as if I care
exactly what you think
of me or I or the ****** rock band
that happened to save my life

Most of all thank you
for never realizing that
our passions never quite did
go hand in hand
so that it could be easier
for me
to write another
meaningless
poem.

I'm a puzzle waiting to be solved. Complicated. That jumbles their minds. A puzzle with my broken pieces scattered all along the lanes and roads on the map of my dark dark life. They try to find my fragments and they fail. I'm built of shattered words of hope tripping on trails of self doubt.

And with strangled emotions ricocheting against the walls of my soul. The hollow echoes of those sweet lullabies that reverberates through my mind, making no definitions, leaving me empty.

And it's only numb pain rebounding within my veins. As they crack open my walls of security. All there eyes scruntinize me under their cruel disgusted gazes as I slump to ground and shiver, bleeding my wounds again and again.

I can't be who I am.

And after a million lost battles I surrender.

And accept its only darkness that defines me.

Your words
that hold
No meaning
Will
Choke you
In the end.

This story was never meant to began

Self pity

Self destruction

The need for love

So much hate and anger

GO AWAY!!
"Please make it stop!" I yell.

Is now the time to say THE END

YES!

Now... Lay your head down
Close your eyes
This story has ended...

Not just the chapter any longer

THE STORY...

All the time is lost & all the words we said are now just meaningless whispers....

You're my perfect little distraction
Not more, for there is no reaction
As you move on in your silly life;
I mean, I don't want to be your wife
Nor anything else tied to your name
For I am not yours nor will I be.
Just a game we play, just words, you see,
Your lips aren't kissable but I
Must confess, your mind I can't deny.
We toy with notions that we could gain
Something out of our bold flirtations
Yet it is all preoccupation
As we both bustle around, away
And keep other sentiments at bay
By clouding them with this silly game.

With no strings attached, none can judge us
And it's one act I don't have to trust.
I can take a deep breath, spill my thoughts
And leave unscathed when it all just rots.