Not mine, But I love it! And not exactly a poem...
Month One...
I'm sick of being stomped on
as you walk all over me...
You looked me in the eyes
And told me I was the one...
Nothing in life is free
So take what you need...
I can't believe Wat u said
it really hurt, how dare u...
I love you and I'm here to stay,
that is what you always say...
Here i lay,
In this bed...
I can't be perfect
There's just no way...
Broken beauty, and her broken wings,
lay sobbing in her pretty things...
I miss the times we\'d talk on the phone
And the times we said we missed eachother and felt...
Wishing i were thinner,..
I'd do anything to be...
I need you
but which one of you should i choose...