If it's all the same,
I'd like my heart back

What she said was so perfect but she's not you
and so I can't reply with an "I love you too"

I was trying to compare your eyes to the beauty of an eclipse,
but somewhere along the line I was distracted by your lips .
Perfectly formed and beautifully red
The image of them bouncing round my head.
But it's not an image I want to forget
So I'll keep thinking of them for a while yet

What happened to the vocal elegance,
my feelings used to evoke?
Why is it when I open my mouth,
on my words I start to choke?
When did my inspiration,
decide it was dried up?
Why is the only relief,
found at the bottom of a cup?

I know the answer, but it can't be true,
you can't be gone, I...

I liked that you liked my poetry, true.
But I didn't write poems to impress you.
I wrote because of what you made me feel
I wrote so I could remember it was real
I wrote because the emotion was too great
So I still write even though I'm too late
I can't change your mind
not with my words, no matter how kind.
But I still write, because I still must
because I still feel, though all is dust.
I also made you a promise, one I intend to keep
and so this poem you're reading now, is what my heart does weep.

Years from now, when we've graduated college, traveled the world, got married, and have kids of our own, if I'm not the one you share your life with, I hope you remember me.

I hope you remember me as your first real love. I hope you remember me as the one who stole your heart.

I hope you remember the nights we had. Whether it be driving around town, going to parties, hanging out at friends houses, hanging out in the barn, making out in your car, or just watching netflix and cuddling together.

I hope you remember all the things we said to each other. "I love you, I want to be with you forever, just one more kiss, I miss you, you're crazy, stay a little longer, I can't wait to see you."

I hope you remember when we would skip school to be together, when I had to hide in your closet because your mom came home, when we would listen to your music for hours, when I would make you sing to me because I love the sound of your voice, or when we would talk on the phone until the early hours of morning.

If there ever comes a day when you stop loving me, hold on to these memories. I pray to god you don't forget about me, but if you do, maybe when your favorite song comes on, or when you visit this old beat up town, you'll think of me.

I can still hear your voice in the
back of my head.
  It's a sweet melody that I will always dread.
  I can still feel your lips, so soft and sweet.
  I hope I never see the day when those lips again meet mine.
  I can still see your smile, looking as beautiful as ever.
  I hate that smile and want to see it never.
  
I love you and I hate you, I can't make up my mind.
I love the way you made me feel, but I hate the way you left me.
A part of me thinks that you'll come back after some time.
Another part of me knows you'll never return, so please..

just set me free.