i still think about the day you left
i never knew a pain like that before
you said goodbye so easily
and visited as you pleased
and i opened the door to you
each time you knocked

this pain didn't go away
while i was sleeping
while i was laughing

i gave you all of me
and you took it gladly
just to use and dispose

you put me through agony

You know more about me
than any stranger should.
You know more about me
than any friend could.
It's not always easy
to post the things I write
Because they are more of myself,
that I don't like to share.
My poems are me and me alone.
I hope you like them,
but more, I hope you like me,
even if I'm a mess.

"do i ever even cross your mind?"

"you've never left."

A good poem is a writers death..