I love you, more than life itself
I love you more than the wind in the trees
I love you more than an ocean breeze
I love you more than a warm fire
I love you more than anything I desire.

I love you ...

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

And my heart screams 'leave me alone'
but a smile protrudes my mask of stone.
Everything hurts, beyond belief
but it's the happiest, kind of relief.
And that is the paradox you,
I don't want to talk, yet I love to.

I'm fine, thank you for asking
Pain's something, I'm good at masking
Except you didn't ask, 'cause you don't care
And I shouldn't be surprised, to be fair.
I messed up, and I'm worthless now
And I'm hurting more, than I should allow.
But I'm fine, thank you for inquiring
Why would I be hurt, by what's transpiring?

Despite all the times, you said 'I love you'
If you heard my name, you'd reply 'who?'
Now our love, doesn't mean a thing
You've forgotten the times, you made my heart sing
You didn't even say goodbye
Because I'm not worth, another try

Thinking back to all the times I made you blush
I can't figure out why I wasn't good enough
What is it you think, I somehow lack?
That stops you from wanting to love me back.

Nah, I'm fine, I'm really okay
For as much as you care, anyway

I'm in the mood to a write a poem,
give me ideas and to you I'll show 'em,
in the form of rhymes or some special prose,
romantic, sad, cute, or any of those.

I'm the mood to show some more,
but I can't show the ones, about the girl I adore.

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 miss calling you sweetheart
I miss you, I hate being apart
I miss us laughing together
I miss how, regardless of weather
I could always make you smile
Haven't done that, not for a while...

Maybe I could try to again?

A year has passed, and it hasn't changed,
no my favourite part, hasn't been exchanged.
More than any feeling, or touch, or kiss,
it's that look in your eyes, that I really miss.
That look of love, and need and lust,
of happiness, hope, and most of all trust.
I miss that look, that you once gave me,
I miss staring into your eyes, and that being all I see.

I haven't seen you in awhile my dear
And now there's something I've come to fear
That I don't remember the smell of your hair
But at least I'd recognize that smile anywhere
And I might not remember the taste of your lips
But I still want my arms around your hips
But your laugh, now that is unforgettable
And every moment we're together, is un-regrettable
Oh I miss you with every fibre of my being
And I'm jealous of those friends, whom you keep on seeing.

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

I miss you, and that's all that I can say,
I don't understand why I still feel this way,
it's been so long, it's been more than a year,
yet life without you's still my greatest fear.

But you are happy, so I'll leave you be,
you deserve to be happy, and there's no need for me.

I'm looking forward to hearing your sweet voice, and kissing your soft lips,
I'm look forward to pulling you in close, my arms wrapped around your hips,
I'm looking forward to seeing your smile, and pinning you to my bed,
I'm looking forward to seeing the sight, that I can't get out my head,
I'm looking forward to every moment I'll be spending with you,
and I'm kind of hoping that maybe, you're looking forward to it too

I'm not living for me any more
Not for the reasons I was living before
I'm only keep living, cause she'll cry if I don't
But part of me's awaiting, the day when she won't
So I can leave this world behind
and end the pain that's clouding my mind.

I'm sorry my dear that I've gone away
But surely you knew I wouldn't stay
Because you never loved me
and I loved you you see
and it hurt to think about you and him
and it hurt that you cast me out on a whim
So I'm not sorry that I've gone away
because you never wanted me to stay

I stare into the mirror,
At the monster staring back,
And I polish up my horns,
And adjust my suit of black.

For such a long time I pretended,
That I was young, and wild, and free,
But I'm accepting who I am now,
There can be no you with me.

I was a poet writing poems,
For a girl I truly missed,
But now I'm just a demon,
With a purpose I can't resist.

But as I stare into the mirror,
For just a moment I can see,
The much lovelier kind of devil,
That you once saw in me.

I'm sick of writing poems that I'm never gonna send,
Why can't I just give up and let all of this end.
Why have I got to keep feeling like I care,
When I very clearly shouldn't since my dear you are not there.

I'm so sick of lying and saying I am fine
All this happiness and smile they aren't mine
I'd like to say I'm happy, but all I want to do is die
Nobody still cares enough, for me to need to say goodbye

I want to write the kind of poem,
that you my dear deserve,
for I've an idea within my mind,
and a purpose for it to serve.
But how can I write
of one so perfect as you?
Yet though I've scrapped a thousand poems,
I'm still trying to.

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.

Oh, my dear, you're in love with a poet
and don't think for a second, he doesn't know it
of your every detail, he does fantasize
and then into poems, he does romanticize

Every time he makes you blush,
a little larger, grows your crush
and with each poem that makes you smile
you think about him, for a while.

You get stomach of butterflies
each time he writes, about your eyes.
and your heart, does little flips
when he writes, about your lips

At least he really hopes it does.
He hopes he's set your heart abuzz
Because he's a poet, and you're his muse
and you are perfect in, all his views.

"In my heart I am anarchist",
I say filing tax for a band,
Who sing Punk Rock,
At council gigs,
On taxpayer funds.

And I wish I could burn down the parliament,
That I stare at from university,
Where I'm studying politics and accounting,
With dreams of finance ministry.

Because ******* it, I'm an anarchist.
But what's the ******* point?
I'm not into freedom, I'm not into art.
I'm a ******* hypocrite.

I now know why I let you break my heart again and again the way you do
Because the only person who can put it back together again is you

In retrospect I should have lied,
left her alone till my heart died.
But we all know, I'm not that strong,
I couldn't help it, though it was wrong.

Now things are so different, from the start,
and I here I sit,and curse my heart.

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'

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.

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 remember all the days on which I used to let you know,
how much you mean to me and how I'll always love you so.
But you deleted all the messages and burned the poems away,
for every moment we were in love you've forgotten that whole day.
But I remember what you wore when I pinned you on the sand,
I remember how you joked I kissed away that burn that scarred your hand,
and I remember those white zip earrings, from that perfect, perfect day,
every moment of you and I, in my mind will always stay.

I remember that night, I remember...
That velvet kiss, on your soft, lush lips
I remember the music, I remember...
My arms, gently wrapped around your hips

I remember this feeling, I remember....
What it is when I see you with him, it's rage
I remember this pain, I remember...
Feeling as though you're crushing my heart in cage

I remember all this, I remember...
Every second I spent with you
But to forget the bad, must I forget
everything that was good too?

I don't want to remember, I just can't seem to forget,
every single moment, right from the offset.
That look in your eyes, made me feel so bad,
you were beautiful when jealous and now it's just sad.
Every word said on that night, still echoes in mind,
and try as I might, I can't leave it behind.
So a distraction was needed, and perhaps that wrong,
but I remember too much, from your voice to that song.

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

And there never was a girl I loved quite like you,
but I'm sitting here thinking that we are through,
because how I can get back to how things used to be,
when I looked at you, and you smiled me,
and there we were kissing on that New Years eve,
didn't think one day you'd up and leave,
still, if you looked at me and smiled and said
"I love you boy get it into your head"
then I'd open my arms and I'd open my heart
because you my dear are a work of art.

I say goodnight to the moon and goodnight to each star,
and goodnight my angel though from me she's so far.
I hope she's slept soundly, each night since she fell,
my every night is so perfect, for in my dreams she does dwell.
But not in my waking, for she's found happiness elsewhere,
yet I really do hope she still know's that I care.
I hope tomorrow treats her, to all the good that can be,
and in her dreams she does smile, so happy, and free.

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

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.

Isn't it funny we dealt with it the same way.
We ran to woods at the end of the day.
I was the one who talked to you the whole while
And I was the one, who helped you reclaim your smile.
Yet when I when I ran off, there was a cruel twist of fate
Because off to go find me, went the girl that you hate.

And I hate her for it.

Sorry, I stayed up too long,
and in my heart I felt a song,
about your beauty, and your grace,
they way you smile, and make my heart race.

But I'm sorry, I just stayed up too long,
even now, I know writing this is wrong.

She belongs in the poetry of someone else now,
I loved her so much, and yet lost her somehow.
So perhaps this could be it, an end to my verse,
for I've no longer muse, but hey, could be worse.

I bite my lip, and I try not to cry
I'll blame it on there being, something in my eye
Because I haven't seen you in the longest time
and the girl in picture's not the one who used to make me rhyme
Her eyes are too dull and her hair is too dark
she's not the same girl I kissed in that park,
She grew up, she moved on and she's happy now
and I'm here thinking and I'm wondering how.
She said she'd love me forever but it didn't work out
so why is she still the one I'm dreaming about?
I'm not meant to miss a girl who doesn't even care
but with her I could've been happy anywhere
months come and months go and I'm still all alone
still sitting here reading all her texts on my phone
how did I let this happen when the one thing I knew
was that is that I would always, always. always love you

Well I won't say it's nothing, cause it feels like a lot,
but they're feelings for a girl, who I haven't even got,
and I hope your day's perfect, yes my dear, I do,
but nothing could be half as perfect as you.

I've messed up, yet again
Don't know what I've done
But it's caused you pain.

My perfect angel, silent as stone
So I just sit, cutting down to my bone

I did something wrong, I've no idea what
or maybe I do, and I've just forgot

Not that it matters, 'cause she hates me now
If there's some way to fix this, well I've no idea how

I think I write poetry too much 'cause I've too much on my mind
Like this girl I know, she's pretty and sweet and oh boy is she kind
She's on my mind all of the time and I fear I've got a crush
Her words give me butterflies and her smile makes me blush
but it's nothing, I don't like her, I swear
okay so maybe I do but she's so perfect it's just not fair

I'm here on the sand where I once pinned you down,
but I'm here with her, and I can't help but frown.
I though it'd help, burn the memory away,
but now I just really, miss that day,
and she doesn't know, she means nothing to me,
as I lie to her, it's just love she can see.

I told you I loved you more,
now you don't love me at all,
it seem this is all life's got in store,
but so far in love I did fall,
and I pretend it's not hurting
that you won't answer my text,
'cause with someone else you are flirting,
everyone left, I should've known you'd be next,
guess I just held on hope,
But if asked for a chance you'd say nope.

It's 2:00 AM and I'm still awake
I can't stop thinking for God's sake
Of her and all her perfection
She's the object of my affection
I just took things as they were
Now I can't stop thinking of her

It seems my words are never right,
though I try to explain with all my might,
that you my dear are so perfect,
how could you not know you worth it?

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.

Maybe she's not an angel,
but perhaps she's what I need.
And I know that she's not you 'cause,
she's not making my heart bleed.
But she's gorgeous and she's funny and she's one of a kind,
and I just can't seem to get her out of my mind.
I can't say her name, without the hint of a blush,
I know it's not love yet, but it's more than a crush.

It has recently occurred to me,
that you're fast becoming all I see,
and when I close my eyes at night,
it's your smiling face, that fills my sight.
I hear your voice even when you're gone,
still feel your touch, when your hands move on,
and I would love for you to be,
just lying here right next to me.
I want you more than words can say,
for you I'd wait forever and a day.

It's what is best.
It still hurts though.
Now I'll sit here in pain,
with nowhere to go.
And you'll be sitting there,
thinking of him.
So I'll cut of my breathing,
till the world starts to go dim.
I'll break my knuckles,
I'll beat my fists,
and try to ignore,
this pain in my wrists.
Because nothing is better,
than helping you,
it might hurt a lot,
but it's the best thing to do.

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.