We all have a facade,
an image we let the world see.
But there is no point flaunting these lies,
the truth is known by me.
So if you want to hide your true self,
never show it to anyone ever.
Because you let people in, show them the truth,
well now they know that forever.

So on comes my new facade,
hateful, carefree and strong,
and because no one will know the real me
no one will see what's wrong.

How odd that the girl who made me believe,
  in love,
   and in hope,
    and that things will get better,
doesn't believe those things herself.

I hate you
I hate you for choosing her
I hate you for not staying
I hate you  for not missing me
I hate you for the way you make me feel
I hate that you're the person that lets me down the most
I hate how you don't call
I hate the way you can read my mind
I hate the sound of your voice and how my heart skips a beat when I hear it
I hate the way my hands shake when I call you
I hate the fact that I still think about you every night
I hate the fact that when we speak your words make me what to write poetry
I hate that you live a city away
I hate that I still write about you
I hate that I can't kiss you
I hate that I would choose you, always
I hate that all of this doesn't matter to me.
Because I love you.

I have come to the realization
That people have, no imaginations.

So when things were the way they were
I couldn't imagine anyone as perfect as her.
So when I say there is no one better
Maybe I'm wrong, but I just haven't met her.
I can't imagine a future, she's not in
I don't even know, how to begin
But maybe there's a girl, who will allow me to
A new muse for my poems to refer to as "you"

But I can't imagine anyone as perfect as her
And there is no one on earth who I'd prefer

A month has passed, and there are still tears
A month has passed since my worst fears...
...came true