With every word unspoken,
Every heartbeat to my ear...

Hopelessly gasping.
Gratifying, complete...

Thoughtlessness.
Make-believe...

Again I am left to wonder:
Who am I to all of you...

Illusion. Pain. Distraught.
I have a dire need to be true...

Breathe in, breathe out.
What is there left to do...

-not a very good poem, just needed to get some...
How could you use me like this...

I'm sorry that I'm me.
I'm sorry for what I say...

I hate how the days drag on and on
With a pained empty heart...

Click. Glide. Snap.
Yes, it is still stained...

There is a girl that with no doubt,
Would never even dare...

Manifested dreams.
Hopeless second chances...