She told him that her world was round
And it in turn
Went round because of him
This man
Her sun
Her moon
Her stars
The subtle tilt along her axis
The gentle push behind her endless spin
And being the man he was
He listened only with his heart
And so took her for her words
But as in many things
More so in words brought on by love
What is said
Is seldom ever really what is heard
So on he went
With her
Around her round world  
All doubts subdued by thoughts of what was said
Until the day he found that sometimes worlds
Can be as flat as they are round
And somehow the words used by another
Had slowly pushed him
To the edge

If
Death
waits
For
Me
He can take a number...

I miss you. I miss you so ******* much.
I miss our adventures. I miss talking about growing up
and what tattoos we're gunna get together.
I miss when drugs and girls didn't come between us.
I miss when I was your favorite person in the world.
I miss when all I needed to do was tell you I was hurting or that I needed you and you'd be there in a second.
I miss you. I just really ******* miss you okay.
but then it comes to my attention that when I needed you in hardest and scariest time, you were no where to be found.
I was laying there. Looking into the light of goodbyes.
I was ready. Ready to let go of life, and I needed you there.
To stop me, to love me, to help me.
And that has been eating me alive every ******* day.
But I eventually got over it and now I'm just this heartless and careless girl that only worries about who's under her roof and what's for dinner.
I've been ****** over and left so many times,
I just never expected you to be apart of that list.
I never expected your absence to hurt this bad I just wish the last day we spent together didn't **** so ******* bad.
Because now every time I think back,
I can only see how ****** you were, I guess that's apart of life and what not. Losing and meeting knew people everyday.
Just know I'll always love you,
even when you didn't love me.

In pouring rain
We entered the fair

For no gain
One odd pair

Beneath a sodden tent!

One small thing
Caught her eyes

And her wing
She couldn’t disguise

In that sweet moment!

Asked her why
When she could ask for sky

And I was ready!

Said her tears
For many years

*I craved a teddy!

I feel bits of you
in my bones,
did you mean to leave
so much behind?

Did you mean
to call, to walk,
to speak, to drive
to where you’d pick me up

late at night?

Did you mean to lie,
or was it just an idea
at the time?

Would you have still
said what you said? 

If you knew
I’d still feel
bits of you
but they aren’t you

anymore.