'It's the right thing to do'
doesn't make it hurt any less
I'm happy just being friends,
but it means my life's a mess.

It's not that I choose the worst girls
Oh no, I only choose perfect shining pearls
It's that the pearls don't choose me
and that's my problem you see?

I broke my promise, and you know why
I can't sit here, just wanting to die
I just needed, a moment of release
just one moment, to be at peace.
I broke my promise, my promise to you
but I don't care, because neither do you.

Your laughter was more beautiful than any song
now I've forgotten it, and everything feels wrong
I'm slowly forgetting, the taste of your lips
and the exact perfect curve, of your beautiful hips,
Now we're just memories, I messed up and lost you
I've just got the memories, I can't lose those too.

Why do you make me feel this way?
Why do I smile with each word you say?
Why can't I get you out my head?
Why do I think of you as I lie here in bed?
Why is this happening again?
Why didn't I learn from the pain?
Why do I look forward to this so?
Why am I sad, when you have to go?

Those beautiful eyes were lost in that book
with a perfect smile, and the most beautiful look.

If it's all the same,
I'd like my heart back

What she said was so perfect but she's not you
and so I can't reply with an "I love you too"

I was trying to compare your eyes to the beauty of an eclipse,
but somewhere along the line I was distracted by your lips .
Perfectly formed and beautifully red
The image of them bouncing round my head.
But it's not an image I want to forget
So I'll keep thinking of them for a while yet

What happened to the vocal elegance,
my feelings used to evoke?
Why is it when I open my mouth,
on my words I start to choke?
When did my inspiration,
decide it was dried up?
Why is the only relief,
found at the bottom of a cup?

I know the answer, but it can't be true,
you can't be gone, I...

I liked that you liked my poetry, true.
But I didn't write poems to impress you.
I wrote because of what you made me feel
I wrote so I could remember it was real
I wrote because the emotion was too great
So I still write even though I'm too late
I can't change your mind
not with my words, no matter how kind.
But I still write, because I still must
because I still feel, though all is dust.
I also made you a promise, one I intend to keep
and so this poem you're reading now, is what my heart does weep.

I'm drinking amongst the veterans
of this endless hellish war
I kind of almost envy those
ending problems knee deep in gore
My problems can't be ended
with falling axes or swinging swords
Because I've been in my share of fights
and won great many awards
But all of that is worthless when
my enemy is myself
So I just bottle up emotions,
leave them sitting on the shelf.

Blank grey walls and an empty heart
I am awake and waiting for the pain to start.
Blank grey sheets and an empty bed
I can't silence the voices inside my head.
Blank grey floors but I'm already gone
I feel emotionless, empty and I am withdrawn
Blank grey eyes, and a ****** knife
Is this seriously all I'm doing with my life?

Now no, my friend, your life's not fair
but there's no point sitting with a vacant stare
life doesn't get better, but at least it goes on
good times aren't coming but the worst times are gone.
so do not sit alone, with that vacant stare
I don't know your happiness, but I know it's not there

So I say hellopoetry
and goodbye to my sanity
another night writing of you
and you know, I don't want to

I understand why light bends, and why the skies are blue
But I can't possibly understand what it's like to be you
I understand how photons, are both particle and wave
but I have no idea, about the way females behave
Understanding science is as easy as three point one four
but the human brain is complicated and oh so much, much more.

Yet understanding you is so much more vital
than understanding DNA's full title
I understand the physics,
behind rudimentary time travel
But I don't understand why
when your around, my words they do unravel

But I feel you understand me,
and I can't return the favour.
Yet at least I understand poetry,
it's been a real life saver.

If you read these words and they are my last
please remember all the poems, that have come to pass
remember each smile, each tear and each word
and even remember the ones you heard
what a way to end it all
what a way for the mighty to fall.
Goodbye dear poetry, goodbye my life
and most importantly goodbye strife.

Within my poetry my words are elegant
but talking to you it becomes evident
that you make my words a savage mess
I keep saying the wrong things I guess
I don't mean to hurt, to mess up, to annoy,
my once strengthening words now seem to destroy
but I swear my intentions were the best
I really do care, you're different to the rest
Around you my words seem to fail
but I still hope our friendship prevails

I remember walking with you, a year ago, on a night much like this one
Oh we kissed and we laughed and we had so much fun.
I remember walking with you, a year ago, on a night much like this one
Little did I know that I'd one day call you the one.
I remember walking with you, a year ago, on a night much like this one
I didn't expect you to become my light, my life, my sun.
I remember walking with you, a year ago, on a night much like this one
and I miss you now, that all's said and done
Because I remember walking with you, a year ago, on a night much like this one

The fire burns, life-giving and warm
But I prefer the all destroying storm.
Sure fire reveals with a burning red light,
but all is hidden by a stormy grey night.
Fire breaths light into a lifeless earth
and people crowd round a nice warm hearth,
but the storm covers the tracks left in the snow
and leaves the wolf cub free to go.

I've no idea what I'm doing but **** I do it well
If you don't approve, then guess I'll see you in hell.
Because I'm sick of just letting the days go by
counting down the hours till the day that I die.
So from now on all that matters is me,
and from now on I'll be happy, just you wait and see.

And yeah the *** might burn on it's way down
but it burns the voice I'm trying to drown.
It's Christmas Eve, pour me another drink,
quickly before my mind starts to think.
Maybe after one more round I won't feel the same,
maybe after the third I'll forget your name.

When the poet no longer has a muse,
and the comedian's jokes cease to amuse,
when the artist's paint has all run dry,
and dreams of immortality start to die,
and we think back to the days that we now miss,
not even all that happiness was worth this,
then paint one last picture and tell one last joke,
write one more poem and on your words they'll choke,
because what we're doing may not be right,
but I for one shall go down with a fight.

Hey there sweetheart, it's kinda been a while
and I was thinking that I kinda miss your smile
and how about another kiss?
as we talk about the times we miss
how about you stay another night
and I can try to make things right,
make it up to you and make your heart race
with the lies that hurt you in the first place
I could press you against the wall,
remind you of when we had it all
or we could go back to that park
steal some more kisses after dark,
or maybe I could tell the truth
that love's as real as the fountain of youth

I miss the way you said my name
I miss loving you and you feeling the same
I miss that loving, lustful look in your eyes
I miss how around how around time always flies
I miss how every moment with you made want a million more
I miss looking at you, you're the most beautiful thing I ever saw
I miss you, because I'm still in love
and you're still an angel, belonging above

I remember holding your hand thinking "This is it",
happiness because together our hands would perfectly fit
But you let go, and now your hands not my to hold
The hand of the girl with whom I'd happily grow old

Who's that girl in the tight blue jeans,
talking to the boy with the long dark hair?
What about her's so distracting?
Why can't I help but stare?

Why is her voice as soft as snow fall?
Why does she make, the other girls, seem plain?
Why am I lying awake thinking of her?
Oh no! It can't be! Not again!

I'm not supposed to feel this.
and I know I'm not supposed to care
But with this girl it can't be helped
Because her beauty is far too fair.

I've always know he who never tries, never wins
with that in mind I smile and so it beings.

Some things are so special, because of how rare they are, because they can only exist for a moment. Today I realized that is why what we had was so perfect. Because happiness, the true happiness that came with being with you, was always so short lived. So many things constantly strived to keep us apart. Time, distance, other people, ourselves, our mistakes, so many things reduced what we had to but a short time. Each time you left, hurt more than the last, but each time you left, I loved you more. Why? Because that's why it was so special. Because I didn't deserve you, I could never deserve you, but I had you, for a few short moments on a handful of day I had you in my arms, I had you on my lips, but most importantly, I had your heart. I had your heart for just a little while, and it so perfect. But you always had mine, and now I realize that's why I wasn't as perfect as you, because perfection isn't a state of being, perfection is a moment. Perfection was every moment. Every moment I spent looking into your eyes, every moment I had you in my arms, every moment we laughed, every moment we talked, every moment we spent kissing, every moment you loved me. It all was perfect. But all good things must come to pass, and even the most perfect of days must end. The perfection that was being with you, I always knew that no matter how badly I wanted it to be,  that perfection could never be the future I wanted to promise you. It could only be those moments we had. But those moments are over. This is it. The end. Goodbye. However, before that I want to say, for what I hope to be the last time, I love you. I love you and now you'll hopefully never see me, or talk to me, or even think of me again, but I still love you, and now, I say, Goodbye.

"Eppur si muove."
"And yet it moves."
The truth's the truth,
regardless who approves.

Shards of glass, picked out of my hand
This anger is more, than I can withstand
I don't know why I still trust you
It's like betraying me is all you do.
Cheating, lying, manipulating me
you're as empathic as a tiny flea.
I want to leave you alone, I want to go
but I still trust you, like I did long ago.

"Wrong number" said the familiar voice

We all have a facade,
an image we let the world see.
But there is no point flaunting these lies,
the truth is known by me.
So if you want to hide your true self,
never show it to anyone ever.
Because you let people in, show them the truth,
well now they know that forever.

So on comes my new facade,
hateful, carefree and strong,
and because no one will know the real me
no one will see what's wrong.

How odd that the girl who made me believe,
  in love,
   and in hope,
    and that things will get better,
doesn't believe those things herself.

I have come to the realization
That people have, no imaginations.

So when things were the way they were
I couldn't imagine anyone as perfect as her.
So when I say there is no one better
Maybe I'm wrong, but I just haven't met her.
I can't imagine a future, she's not in
I don't even know, how to begin
But maybe there's a girl, who will allow me to
A new muse for my poems to refer to as "you"

But I can't imagine anyone as perfect as her
And there is no one on earth who I'd prefer

A month has passed, and there are still tears
A month has passed since my worst fears...
...came true

I want to go back, to when I was gorgeous to you
When you thought I was kind, protective, and loving too
When you said I was perfect, and everything you wanted
Back to the days before I was haunted
by the ghosts of the past, and promises broken
and by all of the words that once were spoken.
I want to go back, to the days when I mattered
Back to the days, before my heart shattered.

I know you left and that was your choice
but may I just ask, do you still hear my voice?
When you read all my poems through
is it my voice reading them to you?
Are my words in your head
or to you are my words dead?

There's something I've come to comprehend;
That everything eventually has to have an end
No matter how beautiful, or perfect or great
One day it'll all be too little too late

2:00 AM has come again
and I sit here, writhing in pain
Thinking of her, and her perfection
I miss giving her, all my affection
I just took things as they were
And I have finally lost her

**** me now, the voice is back
A moment of pain, and all fades to black

I should have told her how much I cared when she was here
Because now I can't yell "I love you" loud enough for her to hear

The glass was always half empty, till she came along and filled it up.
Now the glass is half full, but she's not here to share it with me

Oh please don't go, I can't do this
Oh please don't let that be our last kiss
Oh please don't go, I still love you
Oh please don't be just someone I knew
Oh please, don't say goodbye
Oh please, don't leave me here to die...

Tonight she saw the marks
My wrist's burning red arcs
and when she asked why they were there
she caught my defenses, open and bare
I almost told her of the reasons why
but instead I let out a sigh
My lips grazing, her soft warm cheek
as round her waist, my arms did sneak
burying questions with one more kiss
silencing thoughts, with a moment of bliss

Her eyes shining, like burning stars
Idle chat about this future of ours
The soft sweet voice, of my next mistake
Has now got me, tempting fate
A simple kiss of burning desire
I'd say it feels wrong, but I'd be a liar
I check my phone, and it's her number I dial
She greets each text, with a soft warm smile
Now I'm not sayings she's set my heart alight
I'm merely implying, this all feels right

Why do I keep writing these day after day
if you're never going to read them anyway?

Because I'm still in love, with you my dear
and I can't accept that my worst fear
actually happened and you are gone
happy now, and fully moved on

There's nothing in my power, to change this in any way
But I loved you when left and I love you to this day
Maybe you won't ignore me forever and one day we will talk
And I'll get my goodbye, one last kiss and that walk
Or perhaps I'll never again hear your sweet, sweet voice
and in the end I guess that's up to you, in the end it is your choice

Sometimes you know something is going to hurt, but you do it anyway. Because some things are worth being hurt for.

Well here it is, day number eight
and I know this poem's a bit late
but please don't forget what is true
Like the fact that I will always love you

It's been a week since I made you smile
and I won't do it again, for a long while
But if we couldn't promise that forever
then I can't say it'll happen never.
And so I just sit here, still in love
with you, the girl I'm dreaming of