“You were simply a missing piece of me that I was always searching for.”

Follow the dream until the end you’ll find me waiting there.

You haven’t broken me, You’ve only cracked open my out shell and I thank you for releasing the warrior from within.

He breathed life into me and then left me suffocating.

She has a beautiful way of turning pain into love for others.

No matter what I try there is nothing that I can do to keep the look of love from not looking like you.

When I look to my heart for answers your face is all I can see.

Kiss me with those lips burn forever into my skin envelop me within your love until I am whole again.

One of the greatest mistakes was believing that I could love the devil out of you.

She held all of the power in her hands, and yet she handed it all over to you- and you destroyed her.

I look to the face of many I stare into the eyes of a few, and as much as I try replicating you there is simply no replacing you.

She is an all encompassing enigma of beauty and madness don’t attempt to tie her down.

I never knew someone could be both the peace as well as the war within me.

I’ll allow for this pain to bleed from my pen onto the paper to relieve the pressure from my tortured mind.

We’d come such a long way to find we’d made all the wrong turns.

If true love was the purest honey you were just an artificial sweetener.

Breathe me in let me become your favorite memory.

I can’t help myself but stare off into empty space I don’t know where else to search for you, And I miss you so much.

You don’t miss me the way I’m supposed to be.

I miss him whispers my mind he left you screams my heart.

He is the story I cannot finish he is the poem I’ll always miss.

We used to play with barbies and when we grew up, we willingly became dolls in the hands of men, i guess we just miss our childhood games.

Do you miss him, or do you miss the person you were pretending to be when you were with him?

I miss you dearly, as always. Regardless of when seasons change. My mind never truly feed. Memories of us both, keeping me chained.

I’ve scattered poems all across this world so that if you ever decide to wonder about an old friend you could see that despite all my anger really- I just miss you.