I gave you pieces of me so you could offer them to someone else. I gave you all the warmth I could give, but you were still cold. My ****** heart would only beat for you and now I doubt that anything could ever make my pulse race like that again. You destroyed me, mentally, and I still stayed. Not because I needed to but because it was all for you and you still failed to see that.

I wish everything would go back to how it used to be, when we only had each other and the rest of the world seemed irrelevant. When I was your everything and you were mine too. When I was your virtue and you were all my fantasies of a better world. When you were writing poems about me and I was writing books about you. When you adored me but I admired you. When I was everything that kept you having faith. When you held my heart... before you ran off and took it with you.

I'm not grateful for you
you shattered me in a way that is not poetic
but ever since then I've been a poet

you never get the things you want when you want them
it's always too late
they apologize
but it's too late for apologies
they love you
but it's too late for mutual feelings
they speak up
but it's too late for defense
they leave flowers on your grave
but it's too late for gratitude
yet just the right time for regret

be careful with words and cautious when it comes to actions
eventually tables turn and everyones gets a taste of their own medicine

you were my escape from the world
who knew I'd desperately want to escape you?

I have had it with living under these circumstances. I’m leaving, but to where? to who
I start questioning myself, wondering if this is a good idea
and then, all of a sudden, my mind brightens with the thought of you
my eyes sparkle with a thousand rays of light
to whose arms will I run to? yours
where will I find shelter? I ask
any place that gives me the pleasure of laying next to you is what I call, ‘home’
wherever you are is wherever I want to be. whatever you’re doing, is what I have waited a lifetime to do with you. you are my guilty pleasure, my awoken dream, my sweet serendipity… you are mine, indeed, therefore I am yours. In each and every way there is to belong to somebody, I belong to you.
take me to you.
where will I ever find comfort except in the softness of your voice?
am I too cliche to say so? either way, you’re my fallen angel
and I could say i’m the luckiest but I’d rather say I’ve been blessed with someone who puts up with me, handles me at my worst, someone who would gladly let me in no matter what time it is, no matter what the circumstances were
speaking of circumstances
I have had it with living here... I’m leaving
to where, who? to you