**** it, those eyes, they aren't meant to seem so pretty,
and they shouldn't shine brighter than all the lights in this here city,
those lips really shouldn't make me feel the way they do,
it shouldn't matter, I shouldn't care, but my dear it's you.
Maybe I'm wrong, perhaps it's the lack of sleep,
baby I really hope I'm wrong, I've got promises to keep,
but with your all-too perfect eyelashes and really messy hair,
you've got me wondering if maybe I still care.

"Why don't you write something happy?"
Because it'd be a lie.
So no I won't write something happy,
not while I want to die.
Poetry isn't something choose,
it isn't just a skill that I use,
I can't make it stop, it's not my choice,
they're not my ideas, they're just in my voice.

I write a thousands stupid words because I don't know what else to do,
and I write them sitting here, pretending I'm not thinking about you.
Pretending I'm not thinking about your eyes that I totally don't miss,
nor thinking about how good it was, that last so desperate kiss.
Nor all those times we spent just laughing in your room,
because I refuse to sink back into depression's cold dark tomb.

Nothing good rhymes with happiness,
yet are you even surprised?
Happiness just gets you hurt,
it's just a ploy they've devised.

Happiness is disappointment,
but a stupid waste of time.
But I thought that you were worth it,
just like you're worth this rhyme.

Your eyes are still the same grey-blue
In every way you are still you.
Yet your smile’s not warm, your voice not soft
You’re not sending, my heart aloft.
"I love you, I always will"
Yet looking at you, my heart lies still.

I guess we truly, weren’t meant to be,
Since there nothing between you and me.
Not kindness, nor friendship, nor even lust,
I was right, and all is dust.

And my heart screams 'leave me alone'
but a smile protrudes my mask of stone.
Everything hurts, beyond belief
but it's the happiest, kind of relief.
And that is the paradox you,
I don't want to talk, yet I love to.

Death is never the worst fate
Alas I realize this too late