Faith protects the soul,
knowledge protects the mind,
and armour protects the body,
but what then, protects the heart?

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 could tell you in ten words,
what he couldn't in a thousand
and I could write a thousand words for you
in the time he could barely say ten

But what would it matter, what would you care?
The girl I'm in love with, we both know she's not there.

When all is gone,
that matters now,
one last poem,
survives somehow.
And so you read,
and so it goes,
explaining this,
in rhyme or prose;
My dear sweet love,
I love you still,
with all my heart,
I always will.

Who is the boy in my memories?
I'm certain that he isn't me.
Why can I even remember that night?
There wasn't much to see.
Except a petty argument, some broken glass,
And the people that we used to be.

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

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

I can't remember when we first met
Neither can you, I'm willing to bet.

That weekend I didn't really notice you
Clearly the future wasn't something I knew.

But I do remember believe it or not
The first time I thought you were hot.

We played cards and you gave me a smile
I hope to remember that for a while

I also remember when I finally saw
That you are a girl, without a flaw.

It was early on that New Years eve
But even then I did not believe

That one day you would be the one
and without you I'd be coming undone.

When we met at the beach, I  remember
You'd gotten prettier since December

It was in that park, the day I asked you out
You were at your prettiest without a doubt

Isn't funny how I love you and yet...
I can't remember when we first met

Where have all the people gone?
Why did they go away?
This silence just got maddening,
why couldn't the people stay?

So where have all the people gone?
I hope they're somewhere nice
'Cause right now it ***** round here
The silence cold as ice.

Where on earth did all the time go?
The seeds of sleepiness start to grow
Time's constantly passing me by
as I keep asking myself 'why?'
So where has all of the time gone
What's it all been spent upon?

Where went the days, when words were there?
When we'd talk all day, and I was allowed to care?
Now I can barley think, of words to type.
The one I want to say, I just don't have the right.

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.

What's her name again?
Well it seems I just can't quite recall.
She's just a good distraction because
You just don't care at all

Why do I write, what won't be read?
Why do I live, when I wish I was dead?
What is the point, in sitting here playing?
Why care about people, when they insist on not staying?

Maybe because, I don't have a choice,
and when speaking in person, I lose my voice.

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 didn't even get, a real goodbye
So I'll spend forever just wondering why.
Why I was never good enough for you
Why you weren't happy when it was just us two
Why wasn't I worth a goodbye?
Why wasn't I worth another try?

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?

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.

"Why don't you write something happy?"
Because it'd be a lie.
So no I won't write something happy,
not while I want to die.
Poetry isn't something choose,
it isn't just a skill that I use,
I can't make it stop, it's not my choice,
they're not my ideas, they're just in my voice.

My poems aren't just words I wrote.
They aren't like a novel, a story or quote.
My poems are small bits of my soul.
If I deleted them, I'd not be whole.
They tell of times when my heart would sting,
and the times it was made to sing.
My poems are memories, immortalized,
gone over again, and analyzed.
They're a measure of me, of my life, my heart,
and the closest I get, to creating art.

Why is it when asked about love, our answers are never sweet?
Never stories of stolen kisses? Or intense and passionate heat?
No, our stories are always sorrowful, stories of such pain.
Complaints of the things we did, and warnings of 'never again'?

It's not that I don't want to sleep
I just don't want to wake up again
Because I might not find peace in sleep
But in waking I find only pain

Even dreams that should be nice
Where I am holding you hand and seeing you smile
Make me want to break down and cry
I don't have you any more and I haven't for a while

Oh sure the dreams can be pleasant
as we hang out and do the things that we do
but all dreams must end, all sleepers must wake
and I must remember that I lost you

Right now I would welcome nightmares
of monsters, death and unbearable pain
because every time I wake with a smile
reality hits me again...

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.

It's too cloudy tonight, to see the sky,
and in this dark I want to die.
And oh my god that voice is back,
pointing out all that I lack.
Why on earth am I still here?
I've had no purpose for nigh on a year.

Your eyes wide, staring up at me,
How perfect can, an angel be?
Your perfect face, lit up by a smile
You really are perfect, just in denial.
Excitement, fear, helplessness, lust
your eyes portray, the emotions they must.
You lie there helpless, your heart starts to race
Your hair falling perfectly, to frame your face.
That day was perfect, just you and me
with everything how it's supposed to be.

Would he compare your eyes to the endless stormy seas?
Could he write you poems that are anything like these?
Would he lose sleep at night, looking for the right words,
to explain that your voice, is more beautiful than the song of birds?
Would he worry that his poems, aren't enough?
Would he even bother with any of this stuff?
I can, I do, I always will
Yet I'm unsure if you love me still

My best friend looked to me and said,
“I’m not a writer, I’m an author. Writers write, authors create.”
and if that’s true, then I’m a writer, not a poet.
I don’t create the poems, your beauty does.
...I just write them down.

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

Yeah I know it's early,
and you're probably asleep,
and I probably shouldn't write this,
but I've promises to keep.
Surely you know I worry,
surely you know I care,
I hope you know you're perfect,
and though the world to you's not fair,
you still deserve the best night,
and good days beyond compare.

I would.
I'd see her in everything, that I adore
I'd scour the world for the right words and more.
Until this feeling's explained, I'll constantly stress,
Do everything possible, and not a thing less.
Rather than just feel it, I'll make her understand
Leave her something to remember, even when I'm not on hand.
Because what she says isn't always, what she feels,
You can't believe her words, just because it appeals.

And how little you'd do, became apparent in time,
I'd do so much more, and then I'd make it rhyme

You're gone again, I should stop trying.
I should speed up, this slow, slow dying.
When you came back, I let myself care,
and was happy a moment, an occurrence so rare,
yet you are gone, and it doesn't matter.
I've no longer a heart, for your absence to shatter.

Why are you so perfect? it just isn't fair
Everything about you's beautiful, even the death stare
You gave me as I walked holding that hand
Of a girl I regret, of a girl you can't stand.

Your smile at New Years, just after our kiss
Was the prettiest sight, and one I will miss.

Oh and sunlight through your hair as your read your book.
Is beautiful and I'm glad of all the time I spent taking a look.

Oh and the look on your face as I asked you out
That look isn't some I can live without.

You and I both knew, it was never to last,
but the end came so soon, it was all gone so fast,
you deserved angels, singing your praise,
now I question why I still sing it these days.
But I still look at the moon, and remember your face,
and gentle, warm touch, that made my heart race.
You belong in the poetry, of someone else now,
and I'd stop writing like this, if I only knew how.
But before I am gone, I'll make a closing remark,
I'm still in love with the girl, who I kissed in that park

I won't pretend that you don't haunt my dreams,
that the worst of nightmares aren't filled with your screams,
but if you do ask me, then I'll lie and I'll say,
that at least you don't haunt me, during the day.

I kinda always liked your anger, it was cute in its way
I'm sure I can wipe away your tears, each and every day.
You break easier, so let me keep you safe from harms
Please just come her, and be safe in my arms.
Your compassion isn't dead, just sleeping
You aren't heartless, you just said you keep weeping

Oh my dear, you have not changed
and either way I still love you

You ignite a fire in my blood that nothing can quell,
for such a perfect angel, you're sure a lot like hell.
And alright I'll admit it, yes to you I lied,
but any hope of a future, well that's surely died.
So go right on and hate me, I'd hate me as well,
but I could never hate you back, if only you could tell.

You ignite a fire in my blood that nothing can quell,
for such a perfect angel, you're sure a lot like hell.

You know; I only stayed, because you always came back.

My bed smells of your cigarettes,
and you left your lighter too,
and I hate the way it hurts my head,
but it makes me think of you.

You'll never know how many poems you've inspired,
or how many night on which, you cross my mine when I'm tired.
You'll never know how much I care right now,
because I really do want to explain, but I've just no idea on how.

I thought you never liked me, never payed me any attention

But now I realize all the things you notice
the things that I don't really see
like the way my leg shakes when I'm nervous
you keep on pointing it out to me

and now I know you like me, because you noticed

But now I realize all the things you notice
the things that I don't really see
like the way my leg shakes when I'm nervous
you keep on pointing it out to me

Now there is one thing this says to me
That you still pay atention to what I do
so you probably know that what I want to be
is where he is, sitting next to you

So now that I know you like me too
and you've always known that I'm in love
so I've just got one question for you
what is it that you're so scared of?

Is it something to do with him?
are you wondering how are you gonna explain it?
you won't have to cause even he can't be that dim
but there is something I must admit

I know you would never leave him
and I know I will never get you
and love is something in which I'd rather swim,
drown so I know what I've got to do

I've got to leave, and say goodbye
I'll find someone else, someone who
won't bring back memories or make me cry
because she is going to be nothing like you

I write this not because I am filled with hate
But simply because you noticed too late

What is it about him that left you wanting more?
What is it about his lips that made you kiss him back?
What is it about him, that you still adore?
What has he still got, that I somehow lack?

I gave you it all
Didn't that mean anything?
Did your guard just fall?
Or did we mean nothing?

Remember what he did?
You did that to me.
I know it's something he hid
But why didn't you see?

You, off all people, should know how it feels
But still your lips met his, like his lips met her
What you just did, I can't say it appeals
It's like you forgot, just how these things were.

When he cheated on you, and you came crying to me
Now you cheated on me I have to cry all alone.
You were my angel, yet he was all you could see.
You forgot all the long nights we'd spent on the phone.

He told you some lies, that you somehow believe
He wasn't cheating on you? Well good for him
I think he's telling you lies, he has tricks up his sleeve.
If he does that again, I'll tear him limb from limb

And you of all people should know what it's like

I found heaven in your voice, and hell in your wake,
and now in your absence, I find only heartache.
But I'd throw the dice, for one more chance,
to win or lose, or catch your glance,
because my dear I never said,
but I can't get your image, out of my head.

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.

You said you loved me, but where's that now?
You just up and left without a tear,
Expecting me to be alright somehow,
Without the future we had drawning near
But fine then, goodbye, I'll be fine,
I just thought you meant it, when you said you were mine.

You stole my notebook, but that's okay, you keep it
But there is something else I have to admit;

You've stolen my heart, and now it its yours
You stole it for good, as we were lying outdoors
You beautiful thief, you've stolen my heart
So now it's with you, when we are apart.

You stole my heart, but that's okay, you keep it
Because it's now yours forever, I have to admit.

What can I do? What can I say?
You're not replying, you've gone away.
I thought that maybe, you might care,
but those feelings you mentioned, weren't even there.
I only existed, to sate your lust,
and I am reminded, that all is dust.

You were everything I wanted then you took that away
Oh what I wouldn't give, to have made you stay
Because if there's one thing I know it's that I love you
And I just wanted to think that you loved me too
With you is where I belong
But now the sad part is that that is gone
'Cause you were everything I wanted then you took that away
And I'd trade the whole **** world for just one more day

I don't really think, there are words explain,
this thing that I'm feeling, this terrible pain,
I know I stuffed up, like I always do,
but I'm too scared to admit, how I feel about you,
except in the words, that you won't even read,
and in the unposted poems, that my heart seems to bleed.