Poetry

The Missing Piece.

It hurts to know exactly what I'm missing.
All this pain could drop in two seconds.
It wouldn't be perfect but it would feel perfect.
For when will the people I love, love me back.
It's a strong word love but I was willing to go to hell for you and I was never selfish.
I always knew what I had and that's why I never let go.
When you entered the room my world lit up.
No one else mattered because they weren't you.
And here I am now finding you in every person I meet.
I ache when I see other men because they'll never be you.
I'll never tell them but I despise them.
I despise you because I love you and I despise them for trying to love me.
I never told you that I loved you. Don't know if it make a difference but I did.
When you held me it felt like the world was okay for awhile.
It's a burden to know what that feels like, because I know that I'll never feel like that again.
I tried so hard to be the person you want me to be but I didn't know how to be anymore then I was.
I wonder if I will ever be enough for someone like you.
I went too deep and loved too much.
I remember your eyes and the feeling when we shared a breath and all those drugs we did but no one ever warned me about the most addicting part and that part is you.
So I guess here I am, tears on my cheek and a pen in my hand.
Bleeding these words from me like a dying heart.
Call it the funeral for the unloved.
If I were to die today, would he regret anything?
I don't regret a thing.
Every night we spent together, every morning.
It was utterly intoxicating and I couldn't have been any happier.
Even on my sad days I couldn't be mad for too long because I was too grateful for you.
And now I lay here sad as ever holding onto nothing but my pain and it will bury me alive.
Call it cruel ,call it evil but I'll always love you.