You never deserved any of the poems I wrote for you,
and I hope I never write you any more.

Your eyes are all dull and your cheeks are all red,
Forever with you? Ha I'd be better off dead.
You're such an ugly, manipulative, little piece of work
the thought I once called you perfect, makes me go berserk.
How could anyone love, someone like you,
how could I be so stupid as to once want to.

I should have known that our forever,
was just another lie you'd spun,
but somehow you had me thinking,
that you could have been the one.
You had me dreaming of your face,
each and every single night,
my head told me it was wrong,
and now my heart tells me I was right.

You left again, you do that a lot,
but I love you, in case you forgot.

We're not something, that I regret,
though now I feel, my heart's beset,
every poem was still, so perfect, so true,
though just like, each 'I love you'.

I don't regret us, it was worth the pain,
and given a chance, I'd do it again.

I see you in the ocean, as I stare out at sea,
and miss you when I sit, where you once sat with me.
When I awake from a nightmare, with my heart all a'race,
the one sight I wish for, is your beautiful face.
I miss your laugh when I think of, jokes I wish I could tell,
and I miss your gentle sweetness, when my life feels like hell.
I miss my little angel, when I stare at the rain,
I miss you so much, that my heart fills with pain.
I miss your perfect hair, as I watch the flames dance,
and I miss that first night, when we took that first chance.
But our story's not over, our story's not done,
I might miss you now, but I know you're the one.