Fake How are you?More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
NovemberIn the cold month of November,More Like This
Every bitter sweet second of it, I still remember,
You gave me the time of my life,
You made me feel alright,
For just once in my life.
Now you are gone,
And I am all alone,
How do I say goodbye,
To everything I have came to know.
You told me you loved me -- then why did you go?
You promised me forever -- but you left me neglected and cold.
Perhaps, I am the one the blame,
Maybe I am the cause of both of our pain,
I never meant to be so bad,
I never wanted to see us end so sad,
You were the only one I placed my truth within,
You were the first I could call a true friend,
Why did I never foresee this was too perfect to not end?
Your lips, your gentle kiss,
Your embrace, your warmth,
I have found myself so desperately to miss,
Every secret of mine, I told you, I was so careless,
When you walked out of my life, you left me breathless.
The words you softly spoken,
But they were lies, that left me choking,
I guess I was sadly mistaken,
To believe I could ever
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heartMore Like This
because your name
will forever belong to us.
you will sign it
into every broken bit
and one day, you’ll open a book
next to the words
"let me tell you about the time
i was hurt."
never break a poet’s heart
because between the beat
of the stanzas,
you’ll hear that heartbeat,
proving you wrong
with every line.
never break a writer’s heart
because we will take the pain
and make it into something
you could never live down.
you could live with heart monitors,
that measured the damaged pulse,
doctors who told you,
but you can’t live with the bold strokes,
smooth as a flatline,
that accuse you of being
the best thing
that’s ever happened to them.
you can’t live with it;
our soulmate, now writing.
You, now replaced
by a pen.
never break anybody’s heart
because you’ll cut yourself
on the pieces of it.
and see, hearts heal.