"do i ever even cross your mind?"

"you've never left."

A good poem is a writers death..

Her words fill my stomach with butterflies
there's no more beautiful sight than her wondrous eyes
I'm falling, falling so far in love
and now she's girl I'm dreaming of

My soul's as empty as your eyes
that night we said our last goodbyes
I can't feel a thing, because I refuse to
and you don't even care now do you?
But still I sit and think and write
and dream of you, every single night.

Bloodied knuckles, bleeding fist
at least that something I haven't missed.
I don't know what I did but I sure messed it up
as out of my hand I pull shards of cup
I just shouldn't have said anything
I should've know wasn't worth the trouble it'd bring
Why are you ****** of off? What have I done wrong?
It's times like this I realize, that life is too long.
Perhaps it'd be best, if I just said goodbye
I'm no use while living, so I might as well die.

I bite my lip, and I try not to cry
I'll blame it on there being, something in my eye
Because I haven't seen you in the longest time
and the girl in picture's not the one who used to make me rhyme
Her eyes are too dull and her hair is too dark
she's not the same girl I kissed in that park,
She grew up, she moved on and she's happy now
and I'm here thinking and I'm wondering how.
She said she'd love me forever but it didn't work out
so why is she still the one I'm dreaming about?
I'm not meant to miss a girl who doesn't even care
but with her I could've been happy anywhere
months come and months go and I'm still all alone
still sitting here reading all her texts on my phone
how did I let this happen when the one thing I knew
was that is that I would always, always. always love you