The kind of eyes that abate my fears,
The sweetest voice, I've heard in years,
The kind of good I used to doubt,
The good that I can't live without,
The kind of nice I thought was gone,
In a world that seems to have moved on,
The kind of happy that can't be true,
But somehow is, when I'm with you.

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Nothing compares to your beauty my dear
In your cheeks a red blush,does slowly appear
Cute beyond words, with a voice oh so sweet
Oh the most amazing girl, I ever did meet
Laced fingers, we hold hands, and I can't help but smile
As always around you I'm happy the whole while.

What happened to all the things, for which you once did fall?
What happened to my smile which made you happy for no reason at all?
What happened to my laugh, being utterly contagious?
Why does the thought of that, now seen so outrageous?
What happened to our late night talks, with 1 am to quick?
Why do all the memories, now make me feel so sick?
What happened to our jokes, which made you burst into laughter?
The ones which still seemed funny, when remembered some days after?
What happened to I make your day better, even when you want to cry?
Why are all these things gone? Why do I want to die?
What happened to each second spent together making you crave more?
What happened to the mutual love, with the girl I do adore?
But most of all, what happened to me and you?

You know more about me
than any stranger should.
You know more about me
than any friend could.
It's not always easy
to post the things I write
Because they are more of myself,
that I don't like to share.
My poems are me and me alone.
I hope you like them,
but more, I hope you like me,
even if I'm a mess.

Not romantic, not poetic, just a chance to not exist
Slowly drawing, a cold steel blade, across the neck that she once kissed
I won't be remembered, I'm forgotten even now
I managed to make it this far but I'm really not sure how.
So goodbye to everyone, who won't read this
Goodbye to everyone who will barely even notice
So this is it, goodbye, I hope
So this is it, I'll get the rope