When the price of togetherness becomes loneliness
Your path should be clear
Your heart is screaming for redemption
But you lower yourself below yourself
Scrambling
Clawing
But the end result will be the same
Best love yourself in solitude
Than hate your life in love

what makes you so special;
that i sit and write poems for you every night?
what makes you so perfect;
that no one bothers to ask you what’s wrong?
what makes you so beautiful;
that i loved you before i knew you, and as i knew you, and after i knew you?

"I love you"
was the last message I left
"I love you too"
was the last message he left
But what we truly left
An empty parting shot

it’s easier to write bad poetry about you
then it is to pick up the phone
and ask if you miss me too

so I don’t
I lay awake to the songs you left
I burn the candle that smells like you
I sit and I cry

Because I’m too in love with my own sadness to ever say I feel the same way about you

memories come in flashbacks
your hand in mine
your face across the table

I could have them all back if I wanted it bad enough
but when, my darling, have I ever really wanted anything?

Rest your head on the fluffy pillows
Feel your heart with how it flows
Close your eyes in the cool breezy night
Good night, sweet dreams and sleep tight