I miss the days, when I could say,
all the things I needed to,
When I could stutter through some poems,
And explain why I love you.

I miss the days when I could call,
At 2AM in tears,
And you would be there for me,
And brush away my fears.

I miss the days when I was there,
And you were by my side,
When you laughed your sweet sweet laughter,
And I didn't have to hide.

Do you remember...
Oh of course you don't,
That'd be a wasted anecdote.

As I read the through words that I wrote,
I realise that most are untrue,
I realise that I was an idiot,
but dear god did I love you.

I loved you like Icarus loved his freedom,
so much that he touched the sun,
because you were all of my everything,
and I thought you were the one.

I loved you like Achilles loved Patroclus,
so much that your loss broke my soul,
and I dreamed of touch in my nightmares,
and the way that you made me feel whole.

I loved you like Dante loved Beatrice,
so much that he went through hell,
because ******* it I'd have done anything,
for you to have loved me as well.

But you're so far away,
and you love someone new,
so I have to pretend,
that I only loved you.

But what do I do with the letters,
with the words that still hold all your love,
some days I just want to burn them,
and as the wind takes the ashes, rise above.

But others I sit and I read them,
and remember when you felt that way,
and breaks my heart when I read them,
because **** it I've got more to say
.
The letter I wrote you sits on my bedside,
I read it again every day,
because I'm haunted by the things have happened,
and by the things that I still need to say.

I should have kissed you longer,
I should have made you stay,
I said I would make it work,
I said you wouldn't slip away.

But **** it, now you love him,
and now I'm just a memory
but you must know I love you,
and I long for you and me.

You belong in his poems, so why do I write?
Why are you still, the most beautiful sight?
You'll never want me, those chances are gone,
I know that. I do, and I've more than moved on.
But you were my muse, for such a long time,
and somehow you still, make my heart rhyme.

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions,
so maybe this is just my retribution,
but I wasn't the one who gave up and broke our promises,
and now I know that there is no solution.

I loved, and I lost, so now I pay the cost,
and this is it.