How is it that I'll miss you...
When you tore me in two...

You told me I didn't matter...
You said that i was nothing...

I love the way you can look into my heart and know...
I'm gone...

You've taken all of what I am.
You tore me apart...

You...
You built me up just to tear me down...

It's when you reach the end
That you realize what you've lost...

Tell me...
How does it feel to be the last one standing...

I know how to breathe...
so why can't I remember how to when I'm around...

Another day goes by...
Here comes those endless tears I cry...

*~This poem is dedicated to my grandpa...he died...
What does love REALLY mean...

I hate the way you make me smile against my will.
I hate the way you don't write poems...

Drowning in empty lies is hard...
Especially when they're your own lies...