Sorry, I stayed up too long,
and in my heart I felt a song,
about your beauty, and your grace,
they way you smile, and make my heart race.

But I'm sorry, I just stayed up too long,
even now, I know writing this is wrong.

My god she's beautiful, with those ever perfect lips,
through which in my dreams my tongue, effortlessly slips.
My god she is so funny, with the way she makes me smile,
her every witty comment, leaves me laughing for a while.
My god she is so perfect, in every single way,
and oh how I wish she knew, that she always makes my day.

I've written all these poems, I know all the right things to say.
but they don't matter anymore , they don't make difference do they?

That girl's still got to be in there, she can't just be gone,
oh it's not fair,, why on earth did you have to move on?

Why am I stuck here still loving you,
hoping that you feel same but you never do.

You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.

I miss you, and that's all that I can say,
I don't understand why I still feel this way,
it's been so long, it's been more than a year,
yet life without you's still my greatest fear.

But you are happy, so I'll leave you be,
you deserve to be happy, and there's no need for me.

I rip the ******* veins, right out of my ******* wrists,
and I want to punch the wall, until so broken are my fists,
I ****** up and now I have no idea just what to do,
these poems are so pointless, now they're not being read by you;

I hide my poetry from you,
to hide the things so painfully true,
the things I don't have, the words to say,
so I keep them from you, but maybe one day...
I won't have to.