This place may be harsh and cruel but it will make you strong
You're one of us now, a survivor, here's where you shall belong.
Just don't take this for grated,  because the world hates you
But here with us, you have a place, we know you can pull though.

Hidden deep inside your calm façade
Is a spirit to be awed.
'Cause you're one of us now brother
In this place, just like no other.

It's cold is dreary and it *****
But here we don't give no *****.
So take up yet another fight
and drink deep into the night.

I know that I never meant anything to you
So now I know that this is what I've got to do.

My last wish my dear, would be to see your eyes
One last time before I say my goodbyes

But it ain't gonna happen, you never loved me
I decide against goodbye as I stare out at the sea

No need to let you know, cause it's not like you care.
That I'm too weak and this is pain that I can't bear

As I read the through words that I wrote,
I realise that most are untrue,
I realise that I was an idiot,
but dear god did I love you.

I loved you like Icarus loved his freedom,
so much that he touched the sun,
because you were all of my everything,
and I thought you were the one.

I loved you like Achilles loved Patroclus,
so much that your loss broke my soul,
and I dreamed of touch in my nightmares,
and the way that you made me feel whole.

I loved you like Dante loved Beatrice,
so much that he went through hell,
because ******* it I'd have done anything,
for you to have loved me as well.

But you're so far away,
and you love someone new,
so I have to pretend,
that I only loved you.

This girl's description needs no hyperbole
Because she is perfect, well at least to me
Her smile is as warm as a summers day
and her sweet laughter, it drives out the gray
I could sit here for hours describing my love
But suffice to say if I hear the word perfect it's her I'll think of

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 taste of her lips, the smell of her hair
Her laughter rippling, through the air
The feeling of, her hands in mine
The way her voice, makes everything fine
The things I've now taken time to see
That make her perfect, at least to me

Perfect doesn't exist, you know that right?
You'll never find perfect, try as you might...

Well except for my angel, the love of my life
The girl of my dreams, and one day my wife.
She's my girlfriend, she's perfect, and so was that day.
That one day together, perfect in every way.
She made it perfect, with a kiss and a smile.
That kind of day's what makes worthwhile.

Yes perfect exist, I know that I'm right
Because two things are more perfect then my dreams at night.

Perfection, beauty and lips so sweet
The most perfect girl, I ever did meet
You my dear, my perfect sweetheart
You're sheer perfection a true work of art.

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

Perhaps my dear, it really is you,
with those beautiful eyes, of startling blue,
and if that's the truth, then this is the end,
there's no more room, to make rules bend

**** me, please, it hurts to think,
as into darkness, I slowly sink.
The fire burns, and the cuts, they sting,
I wish I couldn't, feel a thing.
Please let me go, please let me die,
I'll be forgotten, before the blood's dry

If I get my wish, and things go right
This shall be my final night.
Should this be it, my last goodbye
Please my dear, please don't cry

I was never any good at life
Now is the time, end my strife
I never wanted to hurt you
But this all, that I can do

So I hope this is it, my last goodbye
But please my love, please don't cry

Poems are meant to be heard
Not just seen in the written word
But now I finally read them to you
You don't even care, do you?

So now I shall keep my poems hidden
and from seeing them you'll be forbidden
Better you don't know how many poems I write
then have the others get the reaction you gave mine tonight.

I know poems are meant to be heard
But mine will go back to just the written word

Poetry is meant to be words I've said, that I'd be happy to be remembered for.
And other peoples poetry, are words I've read, that I'm happy to remember.
But I've lost so many, so many of mine I haven't written down.
I've lost so many of the ones I read, but were deleted.
The thing is, nothing would make me happier than remembering yours,
yet they are slowly slipping from my memory.
I can't find most of them anywhere for me to reread,
but I don't want to lose them.
Because you are someone else's poetry now,
but those poems you wrote, perhaps at least they could still be mine.

My smile, my happiness, it's all a bluff
We know I was never good enough
Never worth a moment of anyone's time
My life is as pointless as this stupid rhyme
I get it now, I can finally see.
There's always someone better than me.
What good am I? I have no worth
I do no good, being here on earth.
My life is pointless, a waste of time
Like everything I've done, including this rhyme

I rip the ******* veins, right out of my ******* wrists,
and I want to punch the wall, until so broken are my fists,
I ****** up and now I have no idea just what to do,
these poems are so pointless, now they're not being read by you;

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 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 poison my heart with the lies on my tongue,
I can't let you know I still think you're the one,
It's a special day, that my lies are askew in
Oh what a big deal, a huge moment to ruin,
But I can't have you think and can't have you know,
That it's you my dear who I still love so.

I don't even know, what I'm pretending for
While pretending not to love you, I love you all the more.

I write a thousands stupid words because I don't know what else to do,
and I write them sitting here, pretending I'm not thinking about you.
Pretending I'm not thinking about your eyes that I totally don't miss,
nor thinking about how good it was, that last so desperate kiss.
Nor all those times we spent just laughing in your room,
because I refuse to sink back into depression's cold dark tomb.

Look promises don't always work out okay?
This one couldn't have worked out anyway
But if we broke one promise, why not break them all?
And so out of my vision, the whole world starts to fall.

The angel fell and her pure white wings are turning black,
the way that things are now has got me wishing I could turn time back.
I'd unsay so many things, and I'd do so many more,
I'd live so very differently if I knew what life had in store.
But for now I'll sit alone, and dream of a purer day,
what was the point in anything, we stopped talking anyway.

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.

Questions asked, but never answered
Like what was it, that I did wrong?
and do you enjoy it, when I come along?
Why do you, love him so?
And why do you make, my legs jell-o?

Questions asked but never answered
Like what is beauty, if not your smile?
Not that I've seen it, for a while
or what good is life, if not with you?
Not that a bad life, is something new

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

Rereading my poems makes me sad, how could I ever have been happy enough to write that?

I regret the things I didn't say, the things I didn't do.
More than anything, I regret my time not spent with you

I made a lot of mistakes, but summed up in this rhyme
Is the worst mistake I ever made, thinking I had time

Right now my mind wanders to the words we once shared
To the days when I knew how, to let her know I cared
Maybe the words don't exist, that say how I'm feeling now
Because if the words do exist, then I really don't know how.
But she's still a perfect angel, so beautiful and smart
My stomach still feels twisted, from the times we had to part
But the message I want her to know, words cannot convey
But I still have to try, because this is something I need to say
So don't you dare forget Ade, the way you feel right now
You might not be able to say it yet, but one day you may know how.

Poetry is just emotion distilled,
but before that, the cup must be spilled.
Passion and pain, must come and go,
before the poetry shall flow.

And when the world stops so still,
and it all becomes a frozen chill,
along comes emotion to thaw it out,
and then a ripple comes about.

And ripples grow to so much more
and so there is, poetry to adore.

Roses are red
and violets are blue
there wasn't enough time
for me and you.

The roses are wilting
the violets, dying
You were my everything
and now you're done trying.

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.

Sappy and stupid, that's what love is,
but I'm not anymore, these words are his.
But perhaps I will say, that all thanks to you,
well perhaps maybe sappy, describes me too.
Your giggle is perfect, beyond compare,
and on the subject of perfect, there's your flawless hair.
But beyond all else, there's the way that I feel,
when thinking of you, I know this love's real.

I have fallen in love
and can't get back up

Life is a journey, a road of wonder, and pain,
shame about the destination, I'll never see you again.

She called me Ade, just one last time,
and I was flooded with memories, of when she was mine.
Of every last moment, and each "I love you",
the dreams that we'd share, and the things that we'd do,
and though I'm in love with the girl that I see,
I'm all too aware, she doesn't love me,
but if just for a moment, I thought that she did,
I'd regret to no end, all the love I have hid.

Her smile's warm like a roaring fire
Her voice is soft like the wind through the trees
Her beauty is endless like the sea's

My heart is broken like shattered glass
My head is screeching like metal across stone
My soul is fading like bad memories

When I say she's my rock, to the people I meet
For some reason they all, seem to think that that's sweet.
But no she is not, my foundation of stone,
Who supports and holds me, when I feel alone.
She isn't the constant, that keeps me sane
Because it's been a long time, and that girl she did change.

No for I am Sisyphus, and this much is true,
I'll never make things work with you.
But I am Sisyphus, it's what I do,
And I'm in love, with trying to

For a second for I forgot, but thank god I remember
there a reason out fire's now just a dying ember.
Her pretty brown eyes, they shine in the sun
she might not be good, but she's **** good fun.
I've had too many angels, I need a good sinner
the others all lost, but this one's a winner.

Though she now gives me kisses, and I enjoy their heat,
her lips aren't soft like yours, nor nearly quite so sweet.
Though she makes me smile, with every "I love you"
I can't forget that moment, when you once said those words too.
Though she's the one who has me now, and does the things you'd do
it'll never be, just quite the same, she simply isn't you.

I woke up this morning and rolled over, expecting her to be there.
Cause when I close my eyes I hear her voice, smell her perfume and see her hair.
But I opened up my phone and realised, that she's not mine to miss.
Cause I had my chance and lost my girl, and I'm just dreaming of her kiss.
But ******* it if I could, I'd fight for her every day.
But even if I did that, she'd not be mine anyway.

One day though, you will all see.
One day she'll be waking up with me.
The dogs all asleep, at the foot of our bed.
My gentle kisses, gracing her head.
The love in my eyes, and care in my voice.
As I remind her that she was always my choice.

She was the ever untamed tide,
and I the beaten shore.
She was always coming in,
then fleeing out, once more.

And as the shore, awaits the sea
so to did I await her kiss.
And much like a neap-tide shore ,
she's the one thing that I miss

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

Sing, Goddess, a poem worthy of my love
As beautiful as Venus, lady of the dove
Sing, Goddess, for my muse has run dry
Yet the muses are immortal, never to die
Sing, Goddess, Erato hear my plea
I need a poem good enough, for my love to see.

Waves of sleep roll over me
Take me from the world I see
Sleep slowly steals me away
From your words upon this day
Oh my love, I hate to go
I don't want to sleep, just so you know
I love you now, and will tomorrow
and leaving you, fills me with sorrow
but know I do not go by choice
Tiredness steals me from your voice

Just a stranger with a familiar face
Who's touch once caused my heart to race
And I'd trade my life just to know you now
To be in your life any way you'll allow
But I hope in vain, you are much too gone
You're someone different, you have moved on.

So bitter-sweet is solitude
'Cause why on earth would I need you?
I'm perfectly happy here by myself.

Except when it gets it dark and it gets cold
When I'm alone, sitting on my bed
and I miss the way my hands fit perfectly in yours

So bitter-sweet is solitude
Because I'm better now I'm without you
But it is still solitude, and I am still alone.

I miss you, I love you, no I don't, I hate you
I miss the memories, not the person
but the happiness, the company.

I know you are gone, you're so far away,
but I'm sat here still dreaming, of that last happy day.
I know we are victims, of what life had in store,
but I'm sat here just wishing, for at least one day more.
I miss your **** smile, it lit up the night,
I can't bring it back, though I try with my might,
you won't even reply, to my messages now,
I'd ignore you the same, but I've no idea how.

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

I'm different now, this much is true
but that hasn't changed my love for you
not that it matters, for you've got him
and he filled your heart, up to the brim.

But I'm different now, I'm someone new
and new me honestly doesn't haven't a clue
about where or not he is enough for you
and about where or not you could love me too.