I sit and stare into the beautiful night,
and oh the moon, is shining so bright,
but brighter still, was the smile on your face,
we swept up the light, and you made my heart race.
Because there she was, the girl that I knew,
the girl that I love, she was just sneaking though.

And just for a moment, I remembered why,
why I haven't given up, why I stay and I try,
but the girl that I love, would rather I die,
except for that moment, when I felt that was a lie.

In retrospect I should have lied,
left her alone till my heart died.
But we all know, I'm not that strong,
I couldn't help it, though it was wrong.

Now things are so different, from the start,
and I here I sit,and curse my heart.

Another goodnight, for a sleeping you,
a great many of these poems, I've come to accrue.
But still I say, goodnight, sleep well,
and in your dreams I hope you dwell,
on the things that give you a reason to smile,
and that you get many in the next little while.
I hope you wake up, to a perfect day,
and find such beauty reflected, by those eyes of blue-grey.

It's hurts to know that you are gone,
and now every word I say is wrong,
I can't even be your friend,
I just wish that it would end.

Part of me wants to take my secrets back,
and let the blood bleed onto black,
but I promised I'd never do that to you,
so here I am. Trying not to.

It's too cloudy tonight, to see the sky,
and in this dark I want to die.
And oh my god that voice is back,
pointing out all that I lack.
Why on earth am I still here?
I've had no purpose for nigh on a year.

There is so much, I want to say, but where do I begin?
So instead I'll drag a knife across, my fragile, pale skin.

Why do the words get stuck in my throat,
why can my fingers not type them out?
Why can't I say just how I feel,
why am I so full of doubt?

I'm but a fixer of broken things,
but there's nothing I can do.
I'm usually good, with things like words,
but not when they are for you.