I lived to write, so here's my last,
I'm haunted by the days gone past,
your image never left my head,
but perhaps it will when I am dead,
probably won't, but it's worth a shot,
you're the one, but we know I'm not.

Goodbyes typed, with shaking hands
the pain in the chest, that slowly expands,
till it consumes, every last thought,
all the hope, has lead to naught.

Maybe one day, this feeling will die,
but then on that day, so might I.

The deep dark red, bleed onto back,
I know she's never, coming back.
I thought we agreed, to leave it alone,
so that I don't want to cut down to bone,
I thought that you might understand,
giving up's not going, quite as planned

I love her enough, to pretend that I don't,
I want to do something, but I know that I won't.
I'll just sit here and pretend, that it's all okay,
because if I did tell her, she'd not care anyway

Woken by a pain, I should no longer feel,
still nursing old wounds, that refuse to heal.
And in the cold, dim light of day,
I know I'll always, feel this way.
But thought I try, I can't make things right,
I still miss my angel, every night.

You see my world goes dim,
at the thought of you and him,
I was sure it was meant to be,
the perfection that's you and me,
but you don't care, not anymore,
that you're the girl I still adore,
and if I lived ten thousand times,
I'd spend them all thinking up rhymes,
so I'd find a way to let you know,
that I'll forever love you so.

I don't have any words, no not any more,
there's some guy I can't stand with the girl I adore,
she's ignoring my messages because now she has him,
she doesn't need me any more, I was cast out on a whim.
So here here it is, another poem, because I don't know what to do,
Could you please just tell me, why I'm not enough for you.