I'm sitting here remembering
All the good times we've had
The times when I loved you
Good, happy, bad, and sad.
I remember when I used to hold you
Safely and close to my heart
Even if it was broken
and slightly torn apart
I thought about you twice.
During the day and at night.
Everything was going wrong those days
You were the only thing that seemed right
But then I broke down.
I went through another heart break again
This time it was really tough
I didn't think my heart would mend
But then you and me
Bent down and picked up my broken heart's pieces together
You reassembled my heart
Only this time you made it better.
You collected all my missing pieces
Filled in every hole and crack.
And when my heart was good as new
I thought you'd give it back.
It's true that love is blind
Because I really couldn't see
You were fixing up my heart
But you weren't going to give it to me
I thought this was our chance
Maybe we'd finally be together
Until you gave a girl my heart
And said you loved her.
I was so crushed
I swore my life fell apart.
And through out it all
She now had my heart.
You were the reason I used to breathe
Because of you I was here today
And everything I gave you
You just threw away.
I did everything I could:
Changed for you, turned my world upside down,
Put you before me,
Then watched you throw my heart to the ground.
Writing my emotions for you was my escape
In this twisted disaster
My life was far from a fairytale
But I thought you'd be my happily ever after.
Pouring my soul onto paper
Endless night after another
Writing about how I wish
We felt the same about each other.
Say how I'd do anything
Just to be with you
I loved you so much
I can admit that was true
"I love you more then words can say"
Is what I wrote
"I love the way you smile and laugh
And how you write me little notes"
You were my only one baby.
I know that for sure
But these words-like all my poems-
Aren't worth anything anymore.
Crying myself to sleep
Writing about you every night
Just trying to be close to you
Missing you with all my might.
All the poems I wrote.
The emotions I used to feel.
They were worthless. You didn't care.
I thought our friendship was real.
You told me you loved my poems:
My crappy, corny, sappy stuff.
I tried to be everything to you
But I was never enough.
Oh, I turn through the pages.
My emotions rhyming in constant flow.
Poems full of how I felt.
I realize I have to let go.
You never really cared.
So what did I write about you for?
All those stupid love poems
Aren't worth anything anymore.
