The past haunts me:
in my head,
in my dreams,
no explanations
to be made.

The present mocks me:
at my life,
in my face,
no empathy,
to fall from grace

The future scares me:
in my eyes,
through my lies,
no more running;
it's time.

I love you
                                                  *(just for tonight).

I never told you
but I fell in love with you
not just once,
but many, many times.

The first time
was when you told me:
"You have me. You don't have to be alone anymore",
and I smiled so hard
my cheeks ached for days
(the same way my heart did when we weren't together)

I last fell for you
when you told me for the final time
(although we didn't know it then):
"I love you, always".
Except this time as I plummeted downwards
you weren't there to catch me
because you had wandered elsewhere.

All you left me
were pretty lies
and broken promises.

A poem with hidden words and meanings
That's what I'll write
Something to express nothing new
A poem for no one

Empty words with cold disregard to conceal lust
That's what I'll say
Someone will figure it out soon
Empty words for no one

I lied, I take it back.
I will always write for you.
I will always save the words for you.