You said all I had to do was ask
so I asked and still you passed
now all I can do is grasp
trying to catch sun rays with my hands
yet some say they don't understand
why I try to stoke the fire
the ambers they burn like a liar
hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
well for this woman I've already mourned
and now its the morning after
there was no warning for this disaster
no lighthouse to save this relation ship
no alarm when the fire was lit
everything that burns so bright
will eventually dissolve in the night
yet no matter how long I stay awake
I still can't catch those rays you make
for you are the dawn
the tomorrow that never arrives
so still I mourn
the day our relationship died.

If I wrote you a letter
if I sang you a song
would you start to remember
where you belong.

The place you never left
not in memory
but within my chest
you're always with me.

So come back and listen
you can hear it beat
for you it's missing
it's song sheet.

For what use is beating
if your ears don't hear
anything else is cheating
everything else is fear.

Let me be your hummingbird
and you my butterfly
just listen to my words
before you die.

Remember all the miss you's
the smiles and the laughs
and not the misuse
of words that've been cast.

It's easy to say I love you
when someone says it first
or I love you too
as if somewhat rehearsed.

But I never heard you say
those three special words
yet even to this day
you will always be my first.

My first, my last, my everything
this is my love letter
the verses that I sing
how could I forget her...
Why would I?
die would i

She asks me to forget about the past,
because all things have passed.
I ask her to not talk about the future,
because I don't want to loose her.
So here we are our imperfect little bubble.

My brain is telling me I have to do what's right
but my heart always says don't give up on this fight
my feelings ever present
even though my frustration vents
there's so much I want to say to you
but I have so little words
instead I write poems that are true
and plant it in a verse
hoping you will read between the lines
in-between the quips and the rhymes
as they all stem from the heart
each and every single part.

Good or bad
happy or sad
I keep writing
keep wishing
keep praying
that it will help my cause
or else I'm at a loss
not just for words
but for hope.

As its the only thing left
all else is bereft
for fate is a thief committing theft
stealing anything good in my life
as he plunges in the knife
but you will realise I'm already severed
for I have already weathered
so much more
I'm already damaged to the core
already bled from every pore
this is a walk in the park
I'm used to these feelings so dark
this insurmountable hill
the unswallowable pill
the unbreakable deal
that's made on my behalf
caught within sins grasp
an hereditary weakness
the insidious bleakness.

How I yearn for your soft caress
for anything else I couldn't care less
you are my universe
written about in every verse
from the beginning to the very last
Has time really travelled this fast?
Did we have to part ways?
Couldn't our love be saved?
I won't give in
nor rest
till I'm free from sin
and this conflict of interest.

When all I receive is silence
when I no longer read your words
when I can't hear your voice
I can only fear the worst
when I'm no longer important
when I'm still not wanted
when my messages go unanswered
a seed of doubt is planted.

I used to be number one
but now I'm too far gone
Do you still feel the same?
Can you even remember my name?
The words you do not say
used to tell me so much
but now they mean go away
now it's please don't touch
leave me to my resting place
I no longer want to look upon your face.

I know you have your reasons
yet the heart endures many seasons
be it spring or summer
now it's past autumn into winter
so cold without the glow you give
so hard for me to live
your winters breath
is all I have left
another cold silent night
without you by my side
I wait steadfast like a tree
for you to stand beneath my canopy.

I still remember things from years ago
but your face has started to fade
it's not what you say but what you know
and I don't know those memories made
how I wish I had a picture of us
side by side holding hands
my head is full of all this stuff
films, books and bands
yet the only thing I wish to remember
was your rosey cheeks on that cold December
an angel in the snow
how I wish to know
what I once knew
that picture of you
of us..
what's lost...

I have collected up all your things
and filed away all our dreams
for seeing and thinking would be far too painful
yet to have known you I am eternally grateful.

We never really said goodbye
so the shoe box will remain
the same till the day I die
with an unbroken seal
and wounds that will never heal.

Pushed to the back of my closet
is where I leave the boxed deposit
just a collection of things gathering dust
a reflection of us and a love long lost.

If I can only do the same
with the memories in my brain
yet some things cannot be forgotten
so they too remain just rotting.