You are no longer there,
to hold me here,
while you would stare.

Wondering to myself,
if I should put your book on the shelf,
maybe you would do it as well.

Emotions tearing me apart,
a supposedly dark heart,
that you gave a kick start.

verbose, she is not
love and hate locked
in the depths of a brimming shelf

pull out one and grab a tea
shh- a whispered story
you will hear
a fleeting realm she once breathe
in time you'll grasp
in a melancholy verse sung

but the voices grew
the flame flickered
then- nothing.

It's my life which has your glow
Simmering every day when you show
Your face which is like snow
Soft and beautiful like the flowers as I blow

I want you back cause you're my hero
My angel who removes me from sorrow
To whom I can never say no
Together we'll live furrow

But it seems that you don't need me
Anymore
Pain I have suffered is to the chore
I wanted more
But you went away before I counted four

I need you back
Or I'll again lose myself
I'm ready for your whacks
and ready to eat all you're snacks

Floating here out in the sea
All you can see is me
The good the bad the ugly
All packed up so snugly
I am an open book
All you need is to take a look
I hide nothing in the binding
I hide nothing in my rhyming
It's all laid out so plainly
There was never anyone to save me
Countless times I've given in
Countless times I've committed sin
But I've only ever hurt myself
So I finally put me on a shelf

Seems that I always came last

Didn't know how to put myself first

Took care of others to fill a void
That I couldn't place

Tried to be there
Tried to give
What I didn't really have

So I gave up myself
All of me
Everything

To others
Gave it all away

Gave everything I cherished
To those I cherished

Because happiness matters, right?

But my own happiness
I could never find

I don't think I ever had that in mind

Because I gave it to others
So they wouldn't have the void
That ate away at me

Couldn't find myself
But I never had an idea of who I was anyway

Serving the needs of others

So I didn't have to face
The lack of self
That I never gained

So I put myself on a shelf

Saved for later

And collected dust
Forgotten and left alone

For all the years that came
A love that was boundless

Never shined bright enough

So I left myself on the shelf
Hoping someone would
Return the favor

And here I am collecting dust
Left to myself once again

Lost to the world and
Lost to myself

Forgotten
Always forgotten
Always picked last
By those you picked first

A shine that was just never enough

We spent months building
together but by the time
I realized it was your pantry shelf
I was already sitting on it
as a bag of sugar but
I gradually turned into salt
so you stopped wanting me
and I forgot I was living on your pantry shelf.
Until one day you cleaned out
your pantry shelf and I thought
I was lumpy old brown sugar
to be thrown out but months later
when you wanted to use me I realized
I never left your pantry shelf.
I was just baking soda in the back corner
and I’m still living there and don’t know
how to take myself off your pantry shelf
without your help so I guess
it’s my turn to use you.

I met a man, a man who talks and talks
He weaves fabrics and makes them into socks
Then sell the socks and buy some antique clocks
The clocks are then put into a precious box

This man I met, is man who talks and talks
Even he sits, or whenever he walks
He also writes stories 'bout the docks
Or clouds and trees, even worlds of faux

He is the man who loves talking to himself
In front of mirror kept so long from a shelf...

Just friends.
I don't really grasp the understanding of how you can simply place a heart on a pedestal and never look at it again.
Never mind the dust it may collect or the possibility of malfunction from not being used in so long--that is not the point;
that heart belonged to someone--me.
I stood in front of you, bearing my all, and I told you that I would never walk away no matter what, as long as you carried me with you always.
I would never walk away unless you commanded me
I was your dog, begging for an ounce of love as if it were a shriveled, discarded chunk of pizza crust.  
Truth be told you thought that if you didn't feel the same that you had to pretend so that "I would stay"
"Maybe one day we can be together"
"You are sso special to me"
"I care for you so deeply"
"More than you'll ever know"
"I'm grateful that you are always here for me"
I was always here--until you lied.
Lying to me as you slowly put my heart on a shelf to decay
A heart so ***** and dusty,  who will ever love an unclean heart?  
I loved yours didn't I?
Only now I can't hold on to what was never there, and I have to walk away.
Leave you and your lies to brush up the mess you made,  while I take my heart off the rotting shelf it's sitting on,  get in my car, and drive to an empty restaurant miles away so that I can order a new dish I have never tried,  and start over