Now as all the scars start to fade
I wonder will the memories made?
I liked that weekend, at the time
'cause I was happy and she was mine.
But now I regret it, for one big reason
and doing it again, would feel like treason
I held her hand, I tasted her lips
I put my arms around her hips
Yet now there's something I want more
Because the prettiest girl I ever saw
Isn't the one who's hand I was holding
but the one who's glare was most scolding.

Each breath you take, takes mine away,
As you sleep off, the woes of day.
Not a worry shows on your perfect face
The mere sight of which quickens my heart's pace
Peacefulness only shows your beauty more
The most beautiful girl, I ever saw
Looking so perfect, fast asleep
I'm so scared to lose you, my heart starts to weep
But you're here right now that much is true
And I still wish, for forever with you

I was put through more hell by my little angel, than I ever will by any devil.

Today was perfect, what more can I say?
I wish we could do that, every day.
You smile was beautiful, your hair perfect
and I was so nervous, you have that effect.
Your lips are amazing, they tasted so sweet
You say you love me more? That'd be quite a feat.

Cause here I am writing poems, and awaiting a chance
To see you again even just at a glance

If you've ever the chance, you should just run away,
you'll put in so much effort, and she'll leave anyway.
But for all of my talk, and my warnings of this,
I'll always be staying in hopes of a kiss,
with those lips are dancing in all of my dreams,
with the girl who's perfection is more than it seems.
When you fall for this girl, there's no running away,
so you'll pay no attention, to these words that I say.

When I thought of the future, it was always me you,
Together we were unbreakable, tested, tried and true.
But now you're just in memories of times better than this,
Yet I've no idea if you are still the same person that I miss

One day you will wake and realize she's all you ever wanted
And she'll be in someone else's arms that happy smile on her face
You'll be sitting where you sat with her and you'll be feeling haunted
And he will tell her "I love you" and her heart will start to race.

You'll remember how her lips taste and want another kiss
Another kiss where the world slows down and she's all you think about
But you can't because her lips aren't yours they're his
And her love that you once had, you'll now have to live without

My once perfect world, begins to fall
I miss the days, when we had it all
I miss the day, you said "I love you"
I miss knowing that, that was true.

Are our perfect days, now in the past?
Was that last kiss, our very last?
Do you expect me to still be fine?
Without the best thing that was ever mine?

How will I live without my heart?
You'll take it with you, on the day we part
Without your love, I think I'll die
I've got some rope, now to give it a try...

I remember the taste, of your lips that night
I remember the tears, of our first fight.
Will everything else, fade to memory?
That's not all I want our love to be.

One final moment till I achieve peace
With one final breath, the voices will cease
And no one will notice, not for many a'day
and those who do notice, won't care either way
So to end my life, with the ****** of this blade
and so to end, all the mistakes I have made.

I finally realize, why I could never define the color of your eyes
Because they aren't a normal color, as most people would think
Your skin's the color of innocence so pure
Your hair's the color, of happiness and warmth
Your lips are the color of seduction and love
and your eyes are the color of perfection

I would give my life, I would give my soul
to just for a moment, once again feel whole.
Where went the time for us? I still got the scars,
I guess I wasted it, matching words to bars.
I want another moment, or hour, or day
to be happy, free and with you without life in the way.
But what I want doesn't matter, what I want I can't get,
so I'll be stuck with these feelings for a while yet.

What am I writing? I don't know
I just hope that doesn't show
It needs to be perfect, this poem for you
The trouble is perfect's not something I can do
When I think of perfect I think of your smile
I think of your laugh, and all the while
My poem isn't getting done
But just thinking of you is kind of fun.

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...

Why are the words, always so hard to say?
I can say them to myself, each and every day,
but not when it's time, to say it to you.;
I really wish that you just knew.

I think you're perfect, yet you don't agree
What is it that's wrong, why can't you see?
You are so perfect, and always will be.
You are so perfect, so perfect to me.

The puzzle of my life and I let it fall apart,
I cared too much about it and I let it break my heart.
But I've got back all the pieces, they just no longer fit the same,
So I'll just grab it all and take it, take it right to the flame.
Watch everything I cared about start to burn away,
and once it's all just ashes maybe I'll forget that day.

I love you little angel,
your art, your smile, your voice,
I love you more than anything,
you'll always be my choice.

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.

I hope he compares her eyes to endless stormy seas,
Because I regret writing poems that were anything like these.
I wish I'd never lost any sleep looking for the words,
So I hope he compares her voice to the song of birds.
But I hope he knows poems aren't enough,
She never deserved any of this stuff.
I never loved her, never will,
But I wish her the best even still.

There he is again, that voice I know well
That voice who has always, put me through hell
'She doesn't love you she never did,
she'll never love you so just give up kid'

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

I can't ever remember the taste, of her lips
The only memory of her is my arms round her hips
She tasted too sweet, too much and too strong
Sure she tasted nice, but the kiss it felt wrong
Every kiss with her, I was thinking of another
and then she came, my most regretted lover,
And my memory's faded, of her lips too
and on the subject of kisses, I'm thinking of you

Memento mori, but not until,
of earthly pleasures, I've had my fill.
Oh perfect sweetness, upon my lips,
and fabric beneath, my fingertips.
Oh voice of angels, of times gone by,
such mortal pleasure, I long to try

I remember the way I used to smile
I haven't done that in quite a while
I remember the way happiness felt
Before I had to deal with the hand I'd been dealt
I remember what it was like to blush
Ah those were the days, it was such a rush
I remember how happy I once used to be
I remember the days back when you loved me

Why can't I delete the poetry?
It's not like you'll ever reread it.
Why then do I leave it online?
It can only hurt me more.

I removed all the other evidence,
that I ever existed to you.
That necklace is lost to sea,
and those I love you texts are gone.

But my poems are still on hellopoetry,
and I don't know why that is,
as much as I wish I could remove them,
I really just don't have the strength.

I walk through the forest, and down to the sea
I think 'This is exactly where I want to be'

I look down at my phone, at your smiling face
and I think to myself as my mind starts to race

Of all the events that must have had to unfurl
'Cause I found the perfect place, and perfect girl

Remember when you said you'd always be here for me?
Oh yes, that turned out so well, oh can't you see?
Did you ever care? Or was it all just a lie?
Not that it matters, now I'm going to die

Leave me alone, just let me burn,
I can't handle the return,
of feelings I left, because they burned
but now I fear, they have returned.
So leave me alone, I want to die,
but you won't, so I can't try.

Goodnight my dear, I hope it's great,
better than, those as of late,
I hope you sleep and dream so fine,
even though I can't finish this next line.

"No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things."
-Brutus, act 1, scene 2,

They keep on saying it's selfish, that I want to die
They say I have to keep on living, I have to at least try
But that also makes them selfish, for making me live a lie
That also makes them selfish, that much you can't deny

I love you, and you love me
But it seems we're not to be
He is there, right next to you
Alone together, just you two.
I'm here trying not to think
As I write this waste of ink.
Because I'm not ready to say goodbye
Not yet ready for this love to die.

There is so much, I want to say, but where do I begin?
So instead I'll drag a knife across, my fragile, pale skin.

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

Hundreds of days, and countless knives,
I've lived many different lives,
sometimes I want riches, sometimes I want fame,
but in this life, all I want, is someone who feels the same.

Maybe dying will hurt less

The howl wind, and the lash of rain
An eternal storm, of boundless pain
The long gray tendrils of cloud and fog
Darker than, the city's fog
The roar of thunder, and flash of light
Illuminates, this endless night
But despite this ever, ongoing storm
Inside one remains, both safe and warm

The heart is strong when the love is true
When you mean the words 'I love you"
The heart starts to falter when you're not sure
If you mean that, anymore
And when those words are no more than lies
That's when a heart, shrivels up and dies

I'm the person they all come to, when they need a helping hand,
and I'm happy that's the role I play, though it's not the one I planned.
Yet who can I go to, when I'm the one that's breaking?
When my mind's a mess, and my heart just keeps on aching.
Perhaps I should just sit here, shaking all alone,
pretending I am doing just fine, wearing a mask of stone.

Death is never the worst fate
Alas I realize this too late

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

I don't know exactly why, or how
All I know, is you hate me now

Every 'I love you', every kiss
every moment of pure bliss
Ever dream, every blush
every smile, every touch

All of it means nothing now
I'd forget you but, I don't know how.
So I won't, but I hope you do
Even though, I still love you

I assume you're gone, but I don't know,
you won't even say, why you've hurt me so.
Still alone right here, I miss you,
my angel's gone, what can I do?

Is it wrong I want my wish to come true?
Am I guilty for wishing for nothing but you?

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

I sit and stare into the beautiful night,
and oh the moon, is shining so bright,
but brighter still, was the smile on your face,
we swept up the light, and you made my heart race.
Because there she was, the girl that I knew,
the girl that I love, she was just sneaking though.

And just for a moment, I remembered why,
why I haven't given up, why I stay and I try,
but the girl that I love, would rather I die,
except for that moment, when I felt that was a lie.

I asked if you still still loved me, you said yeah
Then why do I feel, like you don't care?
What is that's happen? What is it that's changed?
And why has it got me oh so deranged?

Your replies they're now just one word
Which I almost wish, I hadn't heard
What happened to 'I wanna love you forever'?
You now only say things like, 'whatever'

I know I won the battle, I know I won the war,
but I lost what it was, that I was fighting for,
It isn't coming back, for it is too far gone,
I'm gonna have to play, with the cards that I have drawn,
Such a hollow victory, I'm not having fun
What's the point in winning, if you lose everyone?

I want to write a poem
about why I love your eyes,
but I am having trouble thinking
and I don't want it to be lies.
I want to write a comparison
to help you understand,
why I think you're perfect
and my love for you's so grand.
I want to let you know
I have never felt this good,
but my poems seem so terrible
and I don't know if I should.
So here's a poem you'll never read
a rhyme you'll never see,
you're so very perfect
and I'm stuck here just being me.

And they won't even notice, and they won't even care,
and it makes no difference, that I'm not even there.
So when the day comes, and I'm gone for good,
they'll continue unaffected, just as they should