I'm not sure if you noticed,
I don't know if you'll care,
That everything inside my heart
Is all of yours to spare.
I normally don't write poetry
For the people that I love,
Probably because love
Is as fleeting as a dove.
Though everything is different now,
I'd thought I'd found the one,
But even though my hearts still in it
I feel like we are done.
I'm aware it doesn't have to do with me,
I'm aware you need to think,
But it's not thinking
That leads you from the brink.
I don't know if it helps,
I don't know what I've done,
I feel like all my words for you
Are slipping from my lung.
My love isn't found too often,
And I know you don't think you're enough,
But if you weren't I wouldn't be here,
Since it's been so tough.
I understand you need your time
And maybe space to think,
Darling I'll always be here
To fix our broken link.
This poem is all out of wack,
I'm quite aware of this,
I guess poetry
Is more awkward that a kiss.
I know you'll probably find this creepy,
As most others seem to do,
But everything I think I am,
All begins with you.
My mind is all over the place
And maybe my heart as well,
I think I need to sleep it off,
Before my heart does fail.
You'll never hear this poem love,
You won't be there to bear,
Because all these lines are written with love
With no more room to share
Although maybe time would be so kind
To give "us" another chance.
But time is rarely kind
And we've already danced this dance
I need to just stop writing,
I need to just not think.
All these words are spilling out
And I'm about to sink.
