The Power

How can I explain what you mean to me?
How can I make you understand how much I have to lose?
Don't you understand that you have the power to break my heart?
I've tried my hardest not to give you that power.
But I failed.
I fell.
So, congratulations, you now have the power to take it all away.
The power to break me heart.
But please don't.

Just Being You

You make me happy.
When you smile, so do I.
You make me laugh.
You make me blush.
You make my knees go weak.
When I'm sad, you're the one I call.
The thought of you makes me smile.
You claim my affections just by being you.
You make me laugh.
You make me smile.
You make me happy.

Gone

Show me. Tell me.
Reach out. Call out.
Give me reason to stay.
I won't wait forever.
So, tell me now.
Give me a reason,
Just one and I'll stay.
I won't wait forever.
Do you love me or not?
Don't string me along.
I want to stay, but as much as I want to,
I can't without a reason.
So, here's your chance.
Your last.
Going...
Going...
Tell me! Show me!
Going...
Going...
Give me a reason, just one, please.
Going...
Going...
I won't wait forever, I can't.
Going...
Going...
Please.
Going...
Going...
I'm gone.

You Don't Know Pain

Frozen in place, the memories come back in flashes.

Fear. Hate. Blame. Loss. Sob. Fake. Empty. Pain. Voices. Lies.

Hit. Hate. Hell.

Thoughts. Fear. Coward.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Please.

Razor? Pill? Knife? Jump?

Stop it!

End it!

Stop it!

End it!

Stop!

Die!

Stop!

Kill!

Crying. Begging. Searching.

Lost.

Empty. Dying. Fear. Hate. Pain. Hell.

End it?

End it!

End it.

End it!

Can't.

Coward.

Hate. Sob. Hit. Think. Fear. Hide. Fake. Empty. Pain. Masking.

God!

Beg. Cry. Hit. Blame.

God?

Voices. Lies.

Truth?

Hit. Hate. Hell.

Pain.

Razor?

Pain.

Pill?

Pain.

Knife?

Pain.

Jump?

Why?

Blame. Hate. Loss. Sob. Dying.

Hope?

Gone.

Pain?

Real.

Who?

Nothing.

Me?

No one.

Voices. Lies?

Hate. Hate. Hate.

Coward! End it! End it! End it!

Can't?

No.

Peace?

Want.

End it!

Sob. Hit. Hate. Hell.

End it!

Pain. Poison. Please!

Deliverance? Deliverance?

Sob. Beg. Pain.

God!

End this.

Back to now and I look you in your eyes.

I don't know pain?

Open Book

The sad truth is, I'm an open book.
My poems are the pages.
The secrets of my heart rest in these words.
What makes me laugh, what makes me cry...
Even the things that hurt to write, that haunt my pen.
The pages of my notebook knew my heart before I did.
My pen translates the truths and hurts of my heart.
Anyone can write words on a page, the truth is harder.
Everyone knows my life, my story.
I'll tell anyone about me if they ask.
I'm an open book, I have always said that.
But the truth makes me wish I wasn't.
Because the sad truth is, I've torn the pages.

The Love of Words

I discovered my Words as one first discovers love.

Innocent and passionate, seemingly eternal.

But, just as first love, it ended too soon,

As I'm haunted by the affair that changed my life.

I cling to the memory of how things once were,

Wishing to have it back.

Words have left me, breaking my heart,

Leaving before I could put up a fight.

So, sorry to disappoint.

I know you were expecting a poem,
But Words have left me.
I have lost the love of Words.

My Words, My Poems, My Pen, My Heart.

Time ticks by, but no words form under my pen.

They do not flow but are forced.

My poems have strayed from rhyme and rhythm. 

My words have lost their grace, their power.

My words once flowed easier than those of a woman in love.

My words once danced gracefully across the page.

My words have lost that grace, that ease.

My poems have waned away to nothing but babble.

My pen hangs mockingly above a blank page.

And my heart breaks.