Being played is like.
A painful burn.
Ive had enough.
I think its your turn.

So Merry Christmas.
I love you goodbye.
But its because i love you.
That i had to die.

From my new Poem 'Merry Christmas' please check it out.

Nighty Night.
Sweet Dreams.
Happy Girl.
But Nothing Is What It Seems.

Your the everything.
That looks at me and feels nothing.

Im the Christmas present,
you just took back.

And then she carved I LOVE YOU on her wrist.

Today.
Tomorrow.
Next week.
She will still be waiting.
For you.

Let go of whats real.
Hang on to M.a.k.e.-B.e.l.i.e.v.e.

He says:
goodbye.
She says:
No you said goodbye the day you kissed her.

Loose Me.
I will loose You.
Then I will loose My E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.