Maybe you're right.

Maybe it's for the best.

Maybe i'll get over it.

Maybe then this will be behind us,

Well it's already behind you.

I bet you've already put the book away,

Saying no it's not an option.

Then that's all it is for you.

Maybe I don't want it behind me.

I keep this book open,

Because I want to keep it close.

For me it's not an option.

It's something I need to happen.

Maybe we shouldn't be together.

Maybe you are right.

Maybe you were and always will be.

Maybe is only a maybe.

Maybe we shouldn't for now.

But maybe doesn't mean forever.

Maybe if you read all this.

This one poem now.

Maybe you wouldn't realise,

That I'm lying to myself.

Maybe I can say maybe.

Maybe we shouldn't.

Another thing I can say though,

Is maybe that we should.

Unfortunately you don't agree with that.

Maybe as I know,

You never will agree.

Maybe one day you will.

Maybe is a word,

That I can say a million times.

If I say maybe we shouldn't,

Even if I said it that much,

It would never ever mean,

That the maybe wasn't a lie.

Maybe I'm still into you.

Maybe I always will be.

Maybe you'll never want me.

Maybe I'll be fine with that.

Maybe I just lied again.

Maybe I would rather that,

Than having my love for you stop.

Maybe we shouldn't.

Now I could put that in every verse.

Maybe I could put in the opposite,

But that would change this poem.

This is about how we shouldn't,

Even if I think we should.

Let's be honest here and now.

You think we shouldn't,

But I will always think we should.

Maybe it will take you twenty years,

To actually understand why.

I don't mind if my hearts get broken,

As long as it's by you.

It may already be cracked,

But I'm proud that you caused that.

Maybe I'll still be sitting here,

All these years later.

Maybe i'll still write these poems.

Maybe I'll put them in a letter.

Maybe I could send them to you.

Maybe I'll throw them in the sea.

Maybe at least they'll go somewhere.

Anywhere could be better.

Maybe we shouldn't.

Do I need to say it another time?

All of us here are knowing,

That these lies keep coming.

Maybe it's only you,

That I will ever leave my heart open to.

Maybe one day you'll open your heart as well.

Maybe I already know,

That it won't be open to me.

Maybe this poem is stupid.

Maybe it's full of hopeless hopes.

Maybe it's all lies.

Maybe it won't be so simple to you,

But I know what I feel inside.

Maybe we shouldn't,

The name of this poem.

This poem is all a lie.

In my mind
You never left
In my mind
You're still here
In my mind
Everything's okay
In my mind
We're laying side by side
In my mind
We're not lying to ourselves
In my mind
*I'm not dead

I've found that I lie so often
that the truth has become hard to tell
To all the people I've hurt
Worry not, they've saved me a spot in hell

I'll say that we share a favorite movie
Even if I've never even seen it
It's so much easier to say
"I love you" when I do not mean it

I'm sorry to the people I care about
Who have no idea how I feel
Trust me, the less I say to you
The more likely that my love is real.

I often stay up until the sun rises,
because I love the light blue
that captures the earth
before the burning
ball of light does.

We may despise the hot,
and seek coolness on the
warmest of days,
but we'd all be lying
if we said that
we hate the sun,
and we hate the sunsets,
and the sunrises,
and I'd be lying
if I said
the only reason
I stayed up
was to watch
the sun
swallow the earth
and illuminate it.

I love thinking of you,
and I love conversing with you
from day's beginning
to day's end.

And, you know,
I'd be lying
if I said
I didn't miss you
every second
you're gone.

It's all in your head,
They said.
All the thoughts.
All the figures.
All the shadows.
It's a figment of your imagination.
A mere variable added to the equation
That was never there.
From the start it was just you-
No one else
Nothing more.
One day
You built a safe haven
Because you wanted a place to hide.
On the next
You created a friend
Because you didn't want to be alone.
But you need to wake up-
Oh,
You must!
Child, wake up and see that this fantasy
Will never be your reality.
As good as it seems
It will never be.
Stop smelling the roses
And see the thorns that are pricking your side.
You think it's so sweet
But really it's just poison down your throat.
So wake up.
Wake up before this dream
Becomes your prison.

I have got a question.
How do you tell someone you love them.
And not mean a single word of it?

How is that even possible.
If I did that.
I'd have burning hate for myself.
Because right then.
You just injected poison into someone's heart.



But the real question is.
Why.

Is it too hard for you to face me?
And tell me  that you in fact do not have passion in your heart devoted to me?
Because it would have spared me the scars and ****** wrists?