You know I lied, I don't actually care
You mean nothing to me as I'm sure you're aware
Just leave me alone, shut up and move on
I don't care about you, so you're better off gone
So leave me alone because I just need to think
and slowly, deeply, into madness I sink

I was everything that you were wanting,
and it seems that you've forgotten,
but it's too late now you see,
'cause now you'll never, ever get to me.

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.

I finally realize, why I could never define the color of your eyes
Because they aren't a normal color, as most people would think
Your skin's the color of innocence so pure
Your hair's the color, of happiness and warmth
Your lips are the color of seduction and love
and your eyes are the color of perfection

I've messed up, yet again
Don't know what I've done
But it's caused you pain.

My perfect angel, silent as stone
So I just sit, cutting down to my bone

I did something wrong, I've no idea what
or maybe I do, and I've just forgot

Not that it matters, 'cause she hates me now
If there's some way to fix this, well I've no idea how

I love you, more than life itself
I love you more than the wind in the trees
I love you more than an ocean breeze
I love you more than a warm fire
I love you more than anything I desire.

I love you ...

That memory's so good that there's no way
I'll ever, ever let myself forget that day
It was the happiest day of my life
And will be till you say you'll be my wife.

If ever anyone was in love
Then me that day would rise above.
Because that was the happiest I've ever been,
and you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen

That day you were an image of perfection
and I am so glad we've made such a connection.

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

Each breath you take, takes mine away,
As you sleep off, the woes of day.
Not a worry shows on your perfect face
The mere sight of which quickens my heart's pace
Peacefulness only shows your beauty more
The most beautiful girl, I ever saw
Looking so perfect, fast asleep
I'm so scared to lose you, my heart starts to weep
But you're here right now that much is true
And I still wish, for forever with you

I just want you here,
Oh in my arms.
I love you dear,
with all your charms.
This is not forever,
It's just for now.
But I'll forget you never,
'Cause I won't know how.
This love is true,
you must know that.
All I want is you,
Wherever you're at.

You weren't an enigma, worth a try,
nor a perfect mystery, just a lie.
Falsehood after falsehood, let them all die,
I've found you out now, I guess it's goodbye.

Remember when you said you'd always be here for me?
Oh yes, that turned out so well, oh can't you see?
Did you ever care? Or was it all just a lie?
Not that it matters, now I'm going to die

One final moment till I achieve peace
With one final breath, the voices will cease
And no one will notice, not for many a'day
and those who do notice, won't care either way
So to end my life, with the ****** of this blade
and so to end, all the mistakes I have made.

Now I feel empty, I feel light
My head is clear, but I've nothing to write

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.

I don't know exactly why, or how
All I know, is you hate me now

Every 'I love you', every kiss
every moment of pure bliss
Ever dream, every blush
every smile, every touch

All of it means nothing now
I'd forget you but, I don't know how.
So I won't, but I hope you do
Even though, I still love you

My once perfect world, begins to fall
I miss the days, when we had it all
I miss the day, you said "I love you"
I miss knowing that, that was true.

Are our perfect days, now in the past?
Was that last kiss, our very last?
Do you expect me to still be fine?
Without the best thing that was ever mine?

How will I live without my heart?
You'll take it with you, on the day we part
Without your love, I think I'll die
I've got some rope, now to give it a try...

I remember the taste, of your lips that night
I remember the tears, of our first fight.
Will everything else, fade to memory?
That's not all I want our love to be.

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.

When the poet no longer has a muse,
and the comedian's jokes cease to amuse,
when the artist's paint has all run dry,
and dreams of immortality start to die,
and we think back to the days that we now miss,
not even all that happiness was worth this,
then paint one last picture and tell one last joke,
write one more poem and on your words they'll choke,
because what we're doing may not be right,
but I for one shall go down with a fight.

Should love feel like coming home?
Like shelter after you roam?
Like peace and quiet and hope and sleep?
Like a safe pair of arms in which to softly weep?

Or is it adventure we seek?
When on our lips of love we speak?
Within you you feel a fire burn,
For love's the adventure for which you yearn.

But perhaps my dearest, sweetest you,
Both of these loves are always true,
And in your love I've always found,
Both kinds tend to be abound

I was put through more hell by my little angel, than I ever will by any devil.

When I thought of the future, it was always me you,
Together we were unbreakable, tested, tried and true.
But now you're just in memories of times better than this,
Yet I've no idea if you are still the same person that I miss

Why are the words, always so hard to say?
I can say them to myself, each and every day,
but not when it's time, to say it to you.;
I really wish that you just knew.

Why can't I delete the poetry?
It's not like you'll ever reread it.
Why then do I leave it online?
It can only hurt me more.

I removed all the other evidence,
that I ever existed to you.
That necklace is lost to sea,
and those I love you texts are gone.

But my poems are still on hellopoetry,
and I don't know why that is,
as much as I wish I could remove them,
I really just don't have the strength.

What happened to the vocal elegance,
my feelings used to evoke?
Why is it when I open my mouth,
on my words I start to choke?
When did my inspiration,
decide it was dried up?
Why is the only relief,
found at the bottom of a cup?

I know the answer, but it can't be true,
you can't be gone, I...

I remember the way I used to smile
I haven't done that in quite a while
I remember the way happiness felt
Before I had to deal with the hand I'd been dealt
I remember what it was like to blush
Ah those were the days, it was such a rush
I remember how happy I once used to be
I remember the days back when you loved me

Leave me alone, just let me burn,
I can't handle the return,
of feelings I left, because they burned
but now I fear, they have returned.
So leave me alone, I want to die,
but you won't, so I can't try.

Is it wrong I want my wish to come true?
Am I guilty for wishing for nothing but you?

There is so much, I want to say, but where do I begin?
So instead I'll drag a knife across, my fragile, pale skin.

I love you little angel,
your art, your smile, your voice,
I love you more than anything,
you'll always be my choice.

There he is again, that voice I know well
That voice who has always, put me through hell
'She doesn't love you she never did,
she'll never love you so just give up kid'

Hundreds of days, and countless knives,
I've lived many different lives,
sometimes I want riches, sometimes I want fame,
but in this life, all I want, is someone who feels the same.

Goodnight my dear, I hope it's great,
better than, those as of late,
I hope you sleep and dream so fine,
even though I can't finish this next line.

Death is never the worst fate
Alas I realize this too late

I assume you're gone, but I don't know,
you won't even say, why you've hurt me so.
Still alone right here, I miss you,
my angel's gone, what can I do?

What am I writing? I don't know
I just hope that doesn't show
It needs to be perfect, this poem for you
The trouble is perfect's not something I can do
When I think of perfect I think of your smile
I think of your laugh, and all the while
My poem isn't getting done
But just thinking of you is kind of fun.

Your eyes contain beauty like an endless stormy sea
You are perfect in a way no one else could be.
Your voice is sweeter than the greatest birdsong
A life lived without you, would feel so very wrong.
I love your perfect hair, with its' elegant shine
And the way your name, sounds beside mine
There are countless things I love about you
And above all else, my love is true.

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

The heart is strong when the love is true
When you mean the words 'I love you"
The heart starts to falter when you're not sure
If you mean that, anymore
And when those words are no more than lies
That's when a heart, shrivels up and dies

You left again, you do that a lot,
but I love you, in case you forgot.

Get up, stop crying
I don't care if you feel like dying.
Tears won't win them back
Won't restore the things you lack
So don't waste your time being sad
You've new opportunities, so just be glad

I love you, and you love me
But it seems we're not to be
He is there, right next to you
Alone together, just you two.
I'm here trying not to think
As I write this waste of ink.
Because I'm not ready to say goodbye
Not yet ready for this love to die.

Maybe dying will hurt less

They keep on saying it's selfish, that I want to die
They say I have to keep on living, I have to at least try
But that also makes them selfish, for making me live a lie
That also makes them selfish, that much you can't deny

I can't ever remember the taste, of her lips
The only memory of her is my arms round her hips
She tasted too sweet, too much and too strong
Sure she tasted nice, but the kiss it felt wrong
Every kiss with her, I was thinking of another
and then she came, my most regretted lover,
And my memory's faded, of her lips too
and on the subject of kisses, I'm thinking of you

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

I sit and stare into the beautiful night,
and oh the moon, is shining so bright,
but brighter still, was the smile on your face,
we swept up the light, and you made my heart race.
Because there she was, the girl that I knew,
the girl that I love, she was just sneaking though.

And just for a moment, I remembered why,
why I haven't given up, why I stay and I try,
but the girl that I love, would rather I die,
except for that moment, when I felt that was a lie.

I've been so caught up in love as of late,
that I guess I kinda forgot how to hate,
hate the world for taking you away,
hate you for leaving that day,
hate them for laughing at me,
hate him for being all you see,
hate me for being in love with you,
hate the words "I love you" too,
hate everything that ever was,
hate everything just because,
I miss you so ******* bad,
I don't want this pain so I'll get mad,
and fight and kick and scream and hate,
because it was too little too late.

I'm the person they all come to, when they need a helping hand,
and I'm happy that's the role I play, though it's not the one I planned.
Yet who can I go to, when I'm the one that's breaking?
When my mind's a mess, and my heart just keeps on aching.
Perhaps I should just sit here, shaking all alone,
pretending I am doing just fine, wearing a mask of stone.

And they won't even notice, and they won't even care,
and it makes no difference, that I'm not even there.
So when the day comes, and I'm gone for good,
they'll continue unaffected, just as they should