All I see is you.

Why cant the thought of you leave me alone?

A midnight moon, and all I see is you.

An empty chair and all I see you.

Melodies that scream in my soul, just for you.

I refuse to let this be a good bye.

Because I look up and all I see is you.

I see you, even when I hate the thought of you.

Waiting for my 2 a.m. And for once you’re not there.

How do I erase you when all I see is you?

I continuously push rewind in my memories.

I never thought the vacant whispers of the air could ever haunt me with you voice.

But since you left all I see is you.

 

Empty song

An empty song searching for the lyrics you once sang to me.

An empty bed  that troubles me more than the dreams I so vividly see

Dwelling on the past searching for a love in dark memories.

People always told me its better to love than not..

If that were true why do I drown myself in alcohol?

How do you fill such a void?

Such a percentage of your heart forever gone…

Sitting at the edge of my bed wondering where it went wrong.

Listening to this empty song repeatedly, searching for you.

 

 

Death of a Sunshine

Her eyes no longer glisten with hope.

Her eyes are glazed with heart break.

A sunshine of hope I used to turn to has become part of the clouds she used to heal.

Her energy no longer pulses with life.

She slowly is becoming everything she preached never to be.

Her heart is heavy, for I can feel the weight from across the room.

She is alone, an epiphany that has finally destroyed her.

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Empty Compliments

If she loves you, know that you have stepped into a firey sense of heaven.

You see, compliments cage her and so rarely phase her.

For any empty mind can tell her the evident marks of her beauty.

Hollow surface level admirers no longer feed her ego.

For her it is not about hearing the magnitude of her beauty, but rather about feeling it.

Feeling it by someone like you…

There is nothing grander.

To make such a powerful woman feel her true sense of beauty.

That is worth more to her than a million compliments that the weak throw to her.

Wishing I had met you sooner

Rewinding hands of a clock.

Wishing I had met you sooner…

A voice  that quiets the rants of my demons.

Midnight whispers of impossible desires

Wishing I had met you sooner…

So that the warmth of my hand could grace your neckline,

silence the elevated pulse your heart beats with as you pull me closer.

Anticipated moments of our eyes meeting, and our smiles glistening.

Only for us to turn away and live in lucid dreams we wish we could chase.

Wishing I had met you sooner…

So that my lips no longer craved the touch of your skin.

So that I could embrace the touch from your lips down to your chest and touch your soul.

Baby you are:

You are what 3 A.M feels like.

What midnight whispers call upon.

You are the sweet taste liquor has on my lips during days my sanity holds together by threads.

You are the blade stuck in the heart of my memories.

You are lyrics of toxic melodies.

You are the elixir that cures the same pain.

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Chasing glitter.

The beauty of a goddess, a sunrise blinding me.

Standing in my path. Loving me. Begging for my admiration.

Such a head strong woman. A girl I had only hoped to marry.

A diamond clearly staring back at me.

Her strength anchoring me. Only for me to sail away.

Pulling curtains of my soul over my face to ignore her clarity.

Searching for beauty by chasing glitter.

A diamond I had all along, lighting up even the darkest sky’s.

She chose me.

But I walked away.

A pen and a book.

Why do my pages speak of nothing but pain and heart break?

A book filled with memories of you.

The only thing I have left of you….this pen and this book.

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Her addict.

Have you ever met someone, whose beauty touches close to heaven?

Their voice, a symphony of perfection.

You just click. A harmonious connection unimaginable.

Like clock work until you see them again.

A soul that captivates you, fulfills you.

How could someone ignite this kind of flame?

A heart that has been committed to same woman, suddenly lost in this vessel of beauty

She is temptation, a dose of ecstasy.

A sweet formation of lust.

Seeing through my demons, my dark side.

Charming me with her laughter.

An addiction I should not fall into, yet anticipate.

A passionate weakness that comes in heavy dosages.

A feen for such a woman, not meant for me.

 

Lost poems dedicated to you.

All of my poems ruminate with you. Lines of dedicated feelings for you.

Feelings that never had the opportunity to extend further than the piece of paper I wrote them on.

I was glad I had said farewell to a heart that did not appreciate mine. But now that I feel its permanent energy I realize that I am not okay with your departure.

I know that if you stood in front of me I would collapse, I would break past any ounce of self respect I had and fall into you. Let you charm me like you always did with pointless conversations that always ended up in your bedroom.

All I ever wanted was a chance to be your girl, I now am certain that I was completely lost in you, completely in love with you.

But constant rejection and hesitation from you lead me to search for a soul that was not afraid to call me his.

Yet  I still find myself embracing the ache of my heart for you. Hoping you invite me over one last time, because despite the circumstances I know that I would appear at your door without a second thought. I want to know if we were ever meant to be more than just friends that served as temporary partners on those lonely nights.

I am eager to feel the simple feeling of desire, but not from just anyone, I just want it from you.

I guess I am just lost at the fact I never gained closure I never had the opportunity to love you like I wanted to. I was left with a forced decision to leave and seek someone who was not full of fear like you were.

But its inevitable to see you in the air that I breath, and smell your soul at the tip of my lips.

Why couldn’t you just give me the chance when I desperately wanted you? I just wanted you to love me like I knew I loved you. And now I realize I never stopped loving you.

How typical, you are not mine, and I stand here still loving you…