I want to go back, to when I was gorgeous to you
When you thought I was kind, protective, and loving too
When you said I was perfect, and everything you wanted
Back to the days before I was haunted
by the ghosts of the past, and promises broken
and by all of the words that once were spoken.
I want to go back, to the days when I mattered
Back to the days, before my heart shattered.

I know you left and that was your choice
but may I just ask, do you still hear my voice?
When you read all my poems through
is it my voice reading them to you?
Are my words in your head
or to you are my words dead?

There's something I've come to comprehend;
That everything eventually has to have an end
No matter how beautiful, or perfect or great
One day it'll all be too little too late

2:00 AM has come again
and I sit here, writhing in pain
Thinking of her, and her perfection
I miss giving her, all my affection
I just took things as they were
And I have finally lost her

**** me now, the voice is back
A moment of pain, and all fades to black